Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
His lips never leave mine as he slides his hands over my sides, worshipping me with his touch. It’s always so intense with him, but somehow now, in this dirty room with a single radiator that barely functions, his touch feels like embers flaring up desires I haven’t let myself explore.
Hot breath on my neck.
I arch toward it, wordlessly begging for lips, tongue, teeth, and when he parts my legs, settling between them, I’m overcome by the sweetness of his weight.
I can’t ever allow myself to lose him again.
“I missed you so much…”
“I was losing my mind without you,” Dalton whispers under my jaw as his cool fingers slip under my sweater. How did I miss the moment he became my whole world? I broke all my rules for him, and I’ll never regret it.
We lose our clothes, breaking our kiss only when it’s necessary, and when I pull his sturdy form closer, rubbing my chest against his hairy skin, I’m relieved my hands are not cuffed after all.
I want to hold him. I want my nails to bite into his flesh when he enters me. I want to grab his ass and pull him in deeper.
“More, now,” I rasp when he bites the side of my neck. “Leave your mark.”
“Like this?” Dalton sucks in the skin at the base of my neck to the point of pain, but it only makes my dick twitch between us. I want to see the ghost of this moment on me tomorrow.
I never let sex be about more than physical pleasure. I rejected the real closeness even with Dalton. Now, I’m letting myself feel it all and let emotions wash over me as I think of the ring on his finger.
I’m not alone anymore, and for as long as he lives, I will never be.
Dalton pulls away, and I already miss him when he leans over to a plastic bag resting by the mattress. He pulls out some lube and condoms, because where else would they be in this bachelor pad from hell?
And yet I love him so much, whether we’re on the dirty floor or in a private jet.
I smack the rubber right out of his hand, and when he looks at me, baffled, my fingers slide into his hair, and I lean in for a quick kiss. Warm breath dances between our faces when I speak. “Fill me up.”
I want to be dirty. Sweaty, slick with his cum. I want to be hotter to him than any past lovers who had him bare.
Dalton’s pupils blow up, and I become the center of his universe. “You’ve got no idea how much I wanted to,” he rasps, fingers already at my hole, while with his other hand, he lifts my leg to his hip.
I wanted it too, from the first night he fucked me, but I denied us both, worried what it might mean, embarrassed about the physicality of it. The barrier of latex kept the sex tidier, allowing me to have that bit more control, but I don’t want that anymore.
Dalton slides two thick fingers in with a hungry grunt. It’s a tight fit at first, but he knows my body so well by now. He’s squeezed it out of me that I like when it’s borderline too much, that the stretch turns me on.
“You’ll be dripping with all I have,” he murmurs against my neck, thrusting his fingers in faster.
I push my foot flat against his back, until my hips hover above the mattress, meeting his knuckles over and over. I feel so wild doing this, a lusty animal caring only for its carnal desires, with no sense of decency or decorum. Maybe that’s what I’ve always been deep down?
“Yes… give it to me. It’s all mine from now on,” I babble as the pounding in my head intensifies. I choke on air when Dalton pulls his hand away, only to push back three fingers. I love it when he fills me, and for the briefest moment, I wish for him to stretch me with all the digits of his hand, forcing me open until I’d scream with both pain and pleasure.
I must be losing my mind. It’s not even cold anymore, and all I can smell is Dalton’s perfume and his pheromones. I mewl in protest right into Dalton’s mouth when the movement of his hand becomes languid. How can he have this much patience when I feel the proof of his arousal dripping pre-cum over my stomach?
But as desperate as I am, there’s relief in letting him take the reins, so I slide my fingers into his short hair and pull him down. The kiss is deep, fueled by my hunger for him, and I won’t know peace until I’m dripping with his warm cum.
“I’m ready,” I whisper against his lips, moaning when his chest hair tickles my nipple. “Come on, Dalton… I want to know how it feels. Now. Fuck me with your big bare cock,” I rasp, my gaze never once straying from his eyes.