Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
"I don't have a condom," I say. "We used the only one I had."
"That changes things," she says, and I immediately pull away, dropping to my back beside her.
I won't pressure her. I won't mention my blood test results. All of that feels like coercion.
"Exactly," she says, but instead of climbing out of the bed and putting her clothes back on, she swings her leg over my body.
My hands immediately lift to her hips, my eyes locking with hers.
"Is this okay?" she asks.
"Is it okay with you?" I counter.
She dips her head twice.
"You're sure?"
"A hundred percent," she whispers. "You?"
"A thousand percent," I respond.
She grins. "Is it a competition?"
I open my mouth to tell her no, but her hand wraps around my cock, and she doesn't waste a second to swipe the head through the arousal that's slickening the most intimate part of her.
"Jesus," I mutter as she notches the tip of my cock at her entrance.
She lifts a little, once again rubbing my cock head against her clit.
"I'm almost certain I could orgasm just from this," she whispers, and there's just something about how she's looking down at her actions rather than looking at me that makes my nuts seize.
"Same," I whisper.
Her head lifts, eyes finding mine.
"We don't want that, do we?"
My mouth opens, but no words form. I attempt a second time, but get the same result.
"I was hoping for more of this," she says, once again notching the head of my cock inside of her, but this time, instead of pulling back, she eases down a little.
Her mouth hangs open as her body adjusts to my size. My fingers curl into her skin, but I'm aware enough not to hurt her.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," she whispers, pressing her palms to my chest.
"Being with me?" I ask.
For the first time since we came into the room, she looks a little sad. Her head shakes.
"I can get used to that," she confides. "I was talking about your size."
I swallow down the emotion threatening to escape, knowing I'll have to deal with it eventually, but knowing right now isn't the best time.
"You know that they say doing it more often will help."
"Is that so?" she asks, releasing a little groan as she lowers down another inch or so. "How often do you think?"
"Once or twice."
"Like a month?"
I grin at her. "A day."
Her core clenches around me as if she's totally on board with that suggestion.
"You like the idea of that," I say, pulling my hands from her hips and wrapping them around her back until her breasts are pressed against my chest.
Our faces are only inches apart, just far enough that I can still see her with my eyes crossing.
"I think it would draw suspicions if we never leave the room."
"You have too much confidence in how long I can last inside this perfect pussy of yours, baby."
She opens her mouth to respond, a full grin playing on her lips, but I shift my hips up, burying myself as far inside of her as her body will allow.
"Maddox," she whispers, making me freeze.
"Sorry," she rushes to say. "Should I not call you that?"
"That's all I ever want you to call me," I say as I slide out a little and press back into her.
"Okay," she whispers, but it comes out more like a moan, and when she leans forward, words are no longer necessary other than praise and letting each other know how good we feel.
My breath becomes her breath, the sheen of sweat blooming on our skin unrecognizable as to which one of us it came from.
"You squeeze my cock so perfectly," I whisper against her lips.
She rewards me with another tight squeeze, and I know I'm closer than I want to be, but other than the withdrawal of her consent, there's no way to put the fucking genie back in the bottle.
I grip her hip in a different way, making sure her clit rubs against me with every push inside of her.
Before long, her lips and mouth stop working. The kissing halts. All we can manage is the movement of our hips and breathing.
"You ready, baby?" I manage.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Where?" I ask.
"Right where you are," she says, and that's all I need to carry us through.
I roll my hips again, vision growing dark with pleasure with the first pulse of her orgasm.
I follow her, my cock pulsing.
She trembles in my arms, her whimpers of pleasure the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.
It only takes a few breaths for her lips to find mine once again, and there has to be something more spectacular than I realized about this woman because my cock never threatens to flag, and this perfect night continues.
Chapter 56
Juliet
"I'm breathing heavy," I whisper, pressing my palm over my heart.
I can't stop the smile from taking over my entire face.