Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
He shifts and rearranges me so I’m standing, and bent over the sofa and he’s behind me. As he slides in again, he calls my name. “Fuck,” he spits out. “How is it this good?”
He reaches under me for my clit, and my legs buckle at his first touch. I can’t take any more. His dick inside me is too much.
He chuckles behind me, then hooks his arms under mine so we’re standing straight, his front to my back, and he thrusts up and up and up as he holds me against him.
I can’t hold myself upright. This man has taken everything from me and given me everything at the same time. I’m his to do with as he pleases.
His palm snakes down my stomach and lies flat against it, pressing me closer to him, pushing low between my hip bones, and pleasure tunnels deep inside me and bursts up like a tidal wave of euphoria.
I cry out in desperation, in longing, in goddamn bliss. Behind me, Deacon pushes into me, like he’s trying to extract every ounce of pleasure he can from me, and I feel him stiffen and groan.
This isn’t sex.
This isn’t anything I’ve ever experienced before.
This is life. This is lust. This may be love. But I can’t say that. I can’t allow myself to even think it.
“Aurora,” he whispers.
He pulls out of me, and I turn in his arms.
“You’re phenomenal,” he whispers.
I feel his come down my thigh, and I never want to shower. I want to bathe in his come. To drink it, to feast on it. I feel like I’ll do anything this man asks me and plenty he won’t even have to.
I gaze up at him, and he scoops me up off my feet and takes me into the bedroom.
“I’m not done with you.”
Don’t ever be, I don’t say.
He sets me down on the bed and heads to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm washcloth and kneels at my feet.
I reach between my legs, almost protectively.
“Don’t worry,” he says, reading my mind. “You can have more.”
He wipes his come from my legs. When he reaches my pussy, the throbbing that’s never fully stopped since I came starts to intensify, and I let out a whimper.
The corners of Deacon’s mouth twitch in amusement. “Ready again so soon?”
His own erection rears in front of me, and I reach for it. Sucking Deacon’s cock is something I’ve actually daydreamed about since that first kiss. Holding it with two hands, I push my cupped hands down the shaft. I remember he likes me not to hold him, so when I wrap my lips around his crown, I drop my hands and slip them under my bottom.
He groans in appreciation.
He’s big, so I can’t take much of him, but the feeling of his velvety cock filling my mouth is just what I want. I need him to know that I’ll do anything for him. Try anything for him. I want him to understand that I’m his.
I try to take him deeper than last time. It makes my eyes water and my nipples tighten.
He cups my face. “You look so good with your mouth filled with my cock.”
I groan at his words and his cock jerks in my mouth and Deacon thrusts his hips forward, just slightly, like he can’t help himself.
He pulls out immediately. “You okay?”
I nod, reaching for him again.
He wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “No, now I’m going to fuck your pussy. Again. And all night.”
“Promise?” I gaze up at him.
He growls and crawls over me. “You have my word.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
Aurora
I have three days off in a row—Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
It feels like a holiday.
I could be spending at least one of them naked in bed with Deacon. Instead, I’m hanging out with my best friend. I’m not disappointed. I haven’t seen Darcy for the longest time and it will be great to catch up and hang out, but I’m weirdly nervous about it. I feel like so much has happened since the last time I saw her and part of me wonders if I’m still the same person.
Darcy always stays at the Mandarin Oriental when she’s in town—it’s something of a family tradition. I’m relieved she didn’t suggest staying at Hotel on Ninth Street. Not only would she have had to schlep uptown for Ryder’s birthday party, but I kinda don’t want her staying where I work. Our friendship could be really uneven. She’s the daughter of a duke. My dad was a bank manager. But she’s never made me feel like I was less than her. I don’t want that to change, and if she was a guest in the hotel where I was working, it might.
As I reach Colombus Circle, I turn and glance back at the skyline, trying to figure out where I am in relation to where my first date with Deacon was. But despite the very organized grid system New York was built on, I can’t orientate myself. I have no clue.