Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
I place a condom on the bathroom counter for easy access and turn on the hot water. Pre-cum is already beading on my hard cock. My blood feels like it’s simmering. Everything about this woman turns me on, but now that I know I’m the first guy to get her off, based on what I overheard of that phone call between Iris and her friends, I’m even more ravenous for her than the first time around.
We’re both naked now. Steam is filling the bathroom.
I lead Iris into the blue-tiled shower and position her under the hot stream of water. As Iris gets pelted on her neck and shoulders, I run my palms over her slick, wet skin and kiss her deeply, letting the tip of my hard cock brush against her belly as my mouth devours hers. As our kiss intensifies, I stroke between her legs—and then, massage her hard, swollen clit around and around—until soon, as easy as pie, she’s coming against my fingers with a loud, sexy growl.
When she comes down from her release, I guide one of her feet to rest on a tile bench, fully opening her pussy to me. And then, as hot water rakes over my back, I kneel down and devour Iris Benedetto till she’s screaming my name and coming so hard against my hungry lips, I’m momentarily disoriented and dizzy with lust.
My breathing ragged, I grab the condom from the sink’s ledge like a lifeline and furiously roll it on. When I return to Iris in the shower, I’m a man possessed. I smash her into the tile wall and plunge myself inside her from behind and fuck her so hard, I can’t help growling with every beastly thrust.
As my pleasure spirals higher and higher, I reach around and finger her clit; the effect on her is immediate and obvious—she’s unleashed.
“Oh, God, Roman,” she chokes out. “Yes, yes, yes.”
It takes all my willpower, but when Iris’s body clamps tightly around my cock—the sensation that signals an impending orgasm—I force myself to pull out so I won’t come with her, since I want to keep going for as long as possible. And thank God for that, because when Iris has an orgasm mere seconds later, it’s a screaming, writhing avalanche of pleasure my body wouldn’t have been able to withstand—one that sends her entire body quaking like she’s having a seizure.
As Iris’s orgasm fades, she turns around to face me, throws her arms around my neck, and devours my lips. As we make out passionately under the raining water of the shower, I grab her ass and pull her up, and she slams herself onto my straining cock and rides me like the world is ending tomorrow. As we fuck, Iris greedily clutches my shoulders, neck, and face. She nips at my jawline and digs her fingernails into my flesh and begs me not to stop.
“Never stop,” she grits out. “Fuck me forever.”
I wish. But since I’m only a man, I fuck her till I’m delirious. Till I’m drowning in as much lust and euphoria as the hot water pelting my face. I can’t remember the last time I felt this unencumbered and free. Over the years, I’ve shamelessly enjoyed the perks of fame more than I care to admit. I’ve fucked my share of star fuckers and fame whores, just because I was bored and they were there. But fucking Iris is a new species of fun for me. I’m making her quiver and shudder and quake without the benefit of my name and the reputation that precedes me. It’s a rare gift.
Out of nowhere, Iris stiffens in my arms and lets out a keening howl that’s so primal and raw, so fucking gritty and animalistic, I can’t stop myself from coming in response to it. As waves of bliss throttle me, Iris’s intimate muscles begin squeezing and rippling around me in concert. And I swear, for a long moment, I’m convinced I’m going to literally die of pleasure. Not that I’d complain.
As my euphoria fades, I slide Iris down my body. When she’s back to standing on her own two feet, I take her pretty face in my palms. “Fuck your ex,” I grit out. “And fuck the internet. This week is going to be about forgetting everything and everyone and having a blast, just you and me. Okay?” When Iris nods furiously, I add, “For one glorious week, baby, we’re going to make our own kind of paradise.”
Chapter 14
Roman
I open the restaurant door for Iris with a wink. “After you.”
After a morning helicopter tour of the island, I’m taking Iris to lunch at a restaurant recommended by our pilot—one he called a “hidden gem.”
“So chivalrous,” Iris replies flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes as she glides into the restaurant. Amazingly, it already feels like her factory settings have been reset. Indeed, the happy, relaxed woman practically floating past me bears little resemblance to the frazzled woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown who crashed into that bathroom yesterday.