Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “You don’t have to do all that.”
“Yes, I do.” He moved closer to me, a concerned wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “I want you to feel safe here, Octavia. I want you to feel like you belong. I will do everything I can to make sure of that.”
My eyes burned with tears, but I bit them back. I’d cried enough today. No more tears.
Instead, I moved closer to him, until my breasts were almost touching his midsection. He looked down at me, pink lips parting as he lifted a hand to cup my cheek.
“You deserve to be protected,” he murmured.
“I usually find a way to protect myself. I’ve learned not to wait around expecting to be saved.”
“I am glad that you do . . .” He lowered his head, and his mouth inched closer to mine. “But it is okay to allow others to try. To help.”
“Others like who?” I asked, breathless. I eyed his mouth as he examined mine. Our faces came closer, drifted apart, then moved closer again. His warm breath ran across my damp chest.
“Someone who cares about you,” he rasped. “Someone like me.”
With those words, I felt like a goner. But when he curled his hand around the back of my neck and brought his lips to mine, it obliterated me to sweet, delicious pieces.
He consumed me, stepping forward until my back pressed to the nearest edge. A moan rose up my throat, and I lifted my arms to drape them over his broad shoulders. He took that as his chance to pick me up in his arms, but our lips never parted.
He clutched my ass in his hands, and a hungry groan vibrated through him. Our tongues collided, our moans entwining. Then he snatched his mouth away.
“Should I stop?” he panted.
“No.” I needed this distraction more than anything. I kissed him first this time, slipping my tongue into his mouth, briefly tasting him before retracting. “I want you to take care of me right now,” I said on his mouth.
“Okay.” His breathing grew ragged as he released me so he could remove his boxers. He slapped them onto the edge of the hot tub while I rushed to take my bottoms off.
When I reached behind my neck to untie the strap of my top and remove it, freeing my breasts, his eyes seemed to spark. He scanned my curves with fascination before giving his head a shake.
“It does not make sense,” he mumbled.
I paused. “What doesn’t?”
“How fucking sexy you are.”
I couldn’t help my smile.
Once again, he collected me in his arms just to lift me up. I closed my legs around him, and he reached down to grip himself, angling the tip at my center.
When he thrust into me, I released a sharp gasp.
“Qué rica. You are so good.” His groan was primal and deep, as if he’d been waiting years just to feel me again. It’d only been one day since, but for some reason it felt like forever.
Our lips meshed, and he pumped into me, groaning ferociously while I whimpered and moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck. Your pussy is so wet,” he panted, stroking faster. He clutched a fistful of my locs to tip my head back, pressing hot, wet kisses on my throat.
“That feels amazing,” I breathed as the water sloshed.
“¿Sí?” His breath ran over the crook of my neck. “How much did you think about doing this again, hmm?”
“A lot.” And I did. I was tempted to get an orgasm in this morning with Rosie while fantasizing about him but thought better of it.
“I thought about you all night, Octavia.” He brought his mouth to the shell of my ear. “I thought about being inside of you again. Seeing your face when you come.” He leaned back so our eyes could connect. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
“Ugh.” I gripped his face in my hands. “Why do you always know the right things to say?”
I kissed him deep, and he gradually slid me up and down the length of him. No longer was he restraining himself. His groans were ravenous while my moans flew into the air, creating their own rhythm.
He stumbled a bit, and the backs of his legs bumped against one of the built-in hot tub seats. When he dropped, I went down with him, our bodies still joined.
“Ride me.” His voice was a deep, commanding growl. I began to work my hips, lifting up and down, then rotating in circles as he focused on me.
He felt so big, so insanely good. Every time I rocked backward, I could feel him hitting my G-spot, triggering the pressure. Every time I rocked forward, my clit grazed against his pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. If we kept going at this rate, I’d surely detonate.