Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Penn is relentless. He doesn’t stop, and just when I think it’s over, he laps at me again, taking me back to the edge.
I grunt and moan, beg and plead, but he doesn’t stop until I’m limp and shaking.
He kisses up my belly, each of my breasts, and then his lips are on mine. I can taste myself on him, and I pull him closer as if I can’t get enough.
I hold myself to him as I push him onto his back. He gasps, and I smile as I straddle his hips. His hands trail up my sides, and his fingers dig into my hips.
I scoot back and cup his covered manhood. “You have too many clothes on, Penn.”
His hips thrust into my hand, and he grunts.
I try to get up, but he stops me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I laugh because he looks almost alarmed that I’m getting up. “Don’t worry. I’m not going far. I’m just getting up so I can get these off you.” I pluck at the waistband of his shorts.
As I stand next to him, I pull his shorts down, and his manhood bobs as I pull past it. There’s no way I can not stare at him. My hand wraps around his girth, and his hips pump into my fist. He groans as I squeeze him harder.
I climb onto the bed, my knees between his open legs. I lean over him, taking his manhood into my mouth and groaning as the salty taste of him hits my tongue.
I let my tongue slide along his velvet length, and he moans.
His hand cups my cheek, and I look up at him. He grunts. “Fuck, look at me when you do that.”
I take him from tip to root, my eyes never leaving his, and his whole body trembles.
I love that I have that effect on him.
Again, over and over, I take him deeper and deeper.
He groans as I squeeze his base. I really get into it, and when my eyes fall closed, he surprises me by pulling me up his body until I’m straddling his waist and his long, hard cock is pressed against my backside.
His fingers dig into my hips. “I need to be inside you.”
I lean forward and position him at my entrance. Slowly, I lower myself over him. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and he groans as I settle myself.
He pulls me to him and searches my eyes. “I love you, Aria. You are the only woman I will ever love for the rest of my life.”
His voice is gruff, and he looks at me as if it’s the most important thing in the world that I understand what he’s saying. I nod. “I love you too, Penn.” I put a hand to his chest. “And I’m going to love you for the rest of my life.” I nod at him. “You know that, right? You know that nothing… I mean, whatever it is you’re hiding from me… I won’t stop loving you.”
He clenches his eyes shut and shakes his head. “I don’t want to talk about that now.”
I start to move because even though I want to know all his secrets, I don’t want to lose this moment right now. These moments are the only times I truly feel close to him anymore, and I don’t want to miss out on them.
His guard is down, and he’s letting me in, and selfishly, I want to take full advantage of it. I bounce up and down, move front to back, and grind my core against him.
Once I find a rhythm, I let myself go. He holds me to him, meeting me thrust for thrust.
He reaches between us, pressing a finger to my already swollen and sensitive clit. He barely touches me and the orgasm hits me like a rocket. My toes curl, my body jerks, and every muscle pulls tight. He’s grunting my name, shooting his release inside me. I’m breathless and weak as I fall on him, chest heaving.
His hands stroke up and down my back, and he’s kissing my hair. Every few seconds, he tells me he loves me, and it almost sounds desperate the way he keeps saying it over and over.
It’s only when I start to catch my breath that everything replays in my head. Yeah, being with Penn is good. Heck, it’s the best. But this doesn’t fix our problem. He’s hiding something from me, and I know it’s something big if he feels like he can’t tell me. But if he’s not cheating on me, what else could it be?
I pull off him and roll to the other side of the bed as if a little distance is going to help me figure it out.
But the distance doesn’t last long. Penn follows me, tugging me against his body, threading our arms and legs together until we’re flush against each other and I can feel the steady beat of his heart under my cheek. He kisses my forehead and leans his head against mine. I sigh in contentment, pushing my thoughts away.