Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Oh god….
How is he so good at this?
The water echoes as my body sucks him in, and never have I craved being fucked by a hand so much before. It’s like he knows what I need more than I do.
He brings me to the edge, and just before I cry out: “Hold it,” he demands as his fingers slow.
“I….”
“Hold it,” he breathes into my ear, his fingers slide in and out of me slowly and even just hearing his deep English voice tell me to hold it is orgasm-inducing in itself.
“I can’t…” I whimper. “I need….”
“Alora,” he commands. “Look at me.”
I drag my eyes to meet his.
“Focus.” His fingers are slow and deep inside me. “Focus on me.”
“I….” I try to detach my emotions, I want to be able to do as he asks.
“Lift your leg, baby,” he breathes in my ear.
“What?” I pant. “I can’t, I’ll come.”
“Hold it and I’ll give you what you need.” His teeth graze my skin. “Lift your leg and clench for me.” He bites my ear harder. “I want to feel you contract.”
I wrap my leg around him, his fingers are deep inside me as we stare at each other in the steam-filled room.
“One,” he breathes.
I clench and he smiles darkly. “Good girl.”
“Oh….” My eyes close, I can’t do this and not orgasm, it’s impossible.
“Two.”
I clench again and he inhales sharply as he feels my body ripple around his fingers.
“So fucking hot,” he moans as his fingers ride me harder. “One more and you can have me.”
“Three.” I nearly pass out with the pleasure as I contract around his fingers.
“Yesssss.” He smiles. “Just like that.” He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist and he pulls my panties to the side and slides in to the hilt.
My body ripples around him and just from the sheer size I cry out as an orgasm steals the air from my lungs.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he moans as he lifts me and slams me back down onto his body.
He rides me with wild abandon, hard and up against the tiles. The sound of the water slapping echoes off the walls. My lace panties are burning me and I’m sure him, but I think that’s the point, he wants his pleasure wrapped in pain.
I grip his muscular shoulders and I watch his beautiful face as he comes undone. Water beads over his skin and his big blue eyes are hooded. “Yeah,” he begins to chant. “Fuck yeah.” He slams me hard, almost painful, and holds himself deep. I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he ejaculates inside my body.
And then he kisses me, tenderly, loving…. And everything wonderful in between.
We stay like this for a long time, kissing up against the wall. Taking our time and drinking every last drop of each other in.
“Do you feel better now?” I whisper up at him.
“Still needy.” He smiles, and it’s a beautiful broad smile that melts my heart into a puddle.
“Lucky I’m here for the night, then, isn’t it?”
He chuckles. “It is.”
The scent of aftershave lingers in the air and I stretch while sitting up.
I’ve woken up alone.
The bedroom is in semidarkness and I can hear muffled talking in the distance.
I go to the bathroom and wrap myself in the bathrobe that is hanging on the back of the door and go in search of my Mr. Doe.
His voice is coming from the last room down the hall and I tentatively walk down and stand at the door.
He’s fully dressed in his suit and sitting behind a desk on a Zoom call. He’s speaking in another language…. Is it German?
What time is it?
He glances up at me and flicks the camera off and mic off and pats his lap, I go and sit across him. “Good morning, Miss Sorenson.” He kisses me softly, his aftershave dances around me, inciting memories of the heaven he took me to last night.
“Hi.” I swoon.
I can hear the voice on the other end of the Zoom still going through his headphones.
“I have back-to-back meetings this morning,” he tells me.
“That’s okay.” I think for a moment. “I have to get back to Nice, I have to open the shop.”
“Philippe can drive you now or I can drive you around eleven.”
“I’ll go with Philippe soon if that’s okay.”
“Of course.” He kisses me again, our lips linger over each other’s. The voice continues to talk through the headphones.
“Can I cook you dinner tonight?”
“Um.” His eyes hold mine and I can almost see his mind ticking a million miles per minute.
“It’s just dinner.” I pull a whiny face.
“Edward,” the voice calls, realizing he isn’t answering.
“Okay.” He nods, with another quick kiss he pushes me off his lap. “I’ll see you tonight,” he mouths. “I’ll pick you up from work.”
“Okay.” I act cool but what I really want to do is jump in the air.