Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 132498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
The feeling of her hands on me is almost too much right now. I want to devour her. Consume her.
I should take it slow, but fuck it, I can’t.
I grip her tighter.
Pull her closer.
I want to savor every second of this moment. Her lips on mine. Her skin beneath my palms.
“Everything off,” I order as I pull my shirt off, finishing the job she started.
Next, I kick off my pants.
My cock juts forward, ready.
She follows suit, stripping down slowly.
It’s slow and seductive, and the tiny smirk on her face tells me she’s doing it on purpose.
“You trying to kill me?”
“I am.”
“With you like this . . . I’d happily die right now.”
“Stop talking and kiss me.” And then we’re crashing back together.
Lips touching. Kissing.
Her hands roam down my chest until they find my cock.
When her hand grips the base, I groan. “Fuck.” She tugs upward. “Just like that, Little Bird. Touch me. I love how you make me feel.”
She continues her ministrations, working my dick with her hand.
She runs her hand from root to tip. Nothing has ever felt this good.
“On the bed.”
Victoria drops her hand and lies down on the edge of the bed. I step between her parted legs. I run my hands over her thighs until my fingers settle on her pussy.
She’s drenched, and it makes me smirk.
“Someone’s excited.” I slide a finger inside her, and she moans as her head rolls back.
I thrust another inside her. Fucking her with my hand. Getting her nice and ready for my cock.
“You like that?” I ask, as I curl my finger up to hit her G-spot. She wiggles her hips in answer, a moan slipping through her parted lips.
Her walls start to quiver, so I pull my fingers out. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I quickly replace my hand with my cock.
“Hurry up,” she groans, making me laugh.
I line myself up, but don’t push in. “Patience is a virtue.”
“Stop talking.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“You know I do.”
“Beg . . .”
“Fuck off or fuck me,” Victoria orders.
“Whatever you want, wife.”
I push forward until the tip of my dick slips inside her.
“Move.”
“Are you always so bossy?”
“I’ve waited five years for this, so yes.”
“Good answer, wife.” I reward her by feeding her pussy more of my cock.
I hold for a beat, until she lifts her hips, slipping another inch inside her, but when I can’t take it anymore, I drive in, thrusting my whole length inside her greedy cunt.
I start to move my hips faster, harder, deeper.
“So good.” Her walls tighten around my dick, and the feeling is sublime.
I drive into her again.
“Oh god,” she moans, so I pick up my pace.
My movements are now punishing as I reach forward and start to furiously rub her clit.
She feels like heaven. This is heaven.
Pure fucking bliss.
Picking up my pace, I feel my balls tightening. I’m close, but I can’t come without her.
As if she can hear my thoughts, she quivers around my cock.
“I’m coming,” she pants as her pussy tightens.
“That’s right, Little Bird, come all over my cock.” And she does. Her pussy tightens to the point of exquisite pain.
“Fuck,” I groan as my balls tighten, and I follow her over the edge.
After a minute, my breath finally regulates, and I drop down on top of her.
“Lorenzo.” Her voice sounds winded. I move up, and she follows me, placing her head on my chest, her fingers slowly moving on my chest. “You really don’t hate me,” she says softly.
I close my eyes.
“As I said before, Little Bird, I never hated you,” I admit. “I hated that the only place I ever felt human was with you.”
She goes still. “Is that really so bad?”
“No. You ruined my life beautifully. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Her eyes shine.
“And I’d let you do it again,” I add quietly. “Every time. Just to have you look at me like this.”
“What happens now?” she asks.
I brush my thumb beneath her eye before the moisture can fall.
“Now,” I say softly, “I stop pretending you’re not the only thing that ever mattered. And we do this . . .”
“Do what?”
“The whole forever thing . . . for real.”
“Okay.”
Just as I’m about to say more, the phone rings on the nightstand.
Reality crashes back into the room.
She grips my arm. “Don’t answer it.”
I already know who it is, so there’s no other choice. “I have to,” I tell her and myself.
Standing from the bed, I head out the door and step into the hall. “Talk,” I answer.
“We’ve got movement,” Rafe says.
My spine goes cold. “Where?”
“Boston.”
Bingo. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Let’s head out.”
“Now?”
I look back toward the door and see where Victoria is. There isn’t even a decision made. “No. I have something I need to take care of first.”
“Something? Or someone?”
“Shut the fuck up.”