Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I can barely breathe. My brain completely short-circuits. All I know is his cock driving into me, filling me so deep I can’t even form a coherent thought. It’s just sensation. Every hard, deep thrust, every time he grinds against that spot inside me, my vision goes white at the edges.
We settle into a rhythm that’s both rough and tender. He pounds into me, each thrust harder than the last, but every time I gasp or whimper, he slows down, brushes his lips against my cheek, and murmurs, “You with me, coffee girl?” like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
At some point, I realize I’m babbling nonsense—his name, oh God, please, don’t stop, you feel so good—but he just grins, loving every second.
His voice is a ragged growl against my ear. "Tell me what you want, Alice," he grunts, sweat slicking his bronzed skin, his powerful muscles tensing with each controlled thrust. His eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine, demanding an answer.
"Harder," I beg, my fingernails digging half-moons into his shoulders, my body arching desperately beneath his. "More. Please, Gabe, I need all of you."
“You own every bit of me.” And then he obliges, fucking me with a ferocity that knocks every thought out of my skull. The bed slams against the wall in time with his thrusts, and I’m glad we’re in the penthouse with no neighbors.
I dig my nails into his back, rake them down, and he shudders, the sound that escapes him more animal than man. He shifts, angling his hips, and suddenly he’s rubbing against my G-spot with every stroke. The pressure builds so fast, I can’t do anything except clutch him and hope I survive.
“Come for me,” he growls, and that’s it. I explode again, this time more intensely, a tidal wave that drags him right along with me. He grunts, driving into me hard and deep, and then he’s coming, cock pulsing, breath hot against my ear.
We collapse in a sweaty, tangled heap. I can barely move, but I don’t want to, not when his weight is pinning me to the mattress and his arms are caging me in.
We lie there for a few minutes, just breathing, and I think if I died right now, it would be with zero regrets.
He finally rolls off, pulls me close, and tucks my head under his chin. He’s still breathing hard, but there’s a softness to him now, like he’s let down a shield I didn’t know existed.
He runs his fingers through my hair, slow and lazy, and murmurs, “I’m never letting you go.”
My heart does a weird, happy flip, and I snuggle closer, pressing my lips to his chest.
“Good because I’m kinda addicted to you,” I whisper, and I mean it.
We lie like that for a long time. He traces patterns on my back, his touch gentle and reassuring. I’m too blissed out to overthink things, so for once, I just let myself be.
Eventually, I drift off, cocooned in warmth and afterglow and the weird certainty that this isn’t just a fling. This is the beginning of something real, something terrifying, something amazing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GABRIEL
I wake up slowly in my totally dark bedroom. God. I love the automatic blinds that block every molecule of outside light. The only light in the room is a slight glow coming from the fancy light switch on the wall next to the door.
My cock and brain come awake at the same moment when I realize my girl is sound asleep in my arms. Her limbs are tangled in the navy sheets and wrapped around me like a human octopus. I glance down in the dimness and can see her hair spread across the pillow and up on my bicep. Her cheek is squished against my chest, mouth open, one soft thigh thrown over my hip.
For a minute, I just lie there and breathe her in. The floral shampoo, the faint trace of my aftershave on her skin, and the smell of sex clinging to the air all combine around us.
I run my finger lightly over her shoulder. Fuck. She’s so goddamn beautiful it almost hurts.
She stirs, snorting a little, and snuggles in closer. Her hand finds my ribs, warm and heavy, and she sighs against my chest. I feel something unfamiliar blossoming in my gut. Contentment and happiness mix deep in my soul. Up until the moment I met her, I had no fucking idea what I was missing. Now, I want this every morning, forever, until we die of old age and reality TV overload.
I run my fingers down her back, tracing lazy circles along her spine. She makes a sleepy noise, not quite awake, not quite dreaming. I know I should probably let her sleep, but I’m selfish, so I keep going. I let my hand drift lower, over the gentle curve of her ass, and she finally comes to with a little squeak.