Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“You know you are, princess.” He kissed me again, his tongue stroking against mine, the scent of my pussy on his lips, a groan trapped beneath us. He broke away, breathless. “You’re going to come again. Use your hand.”
I wriggled my fingers between us and rolled them over my clit. It pulsed with oversensitivity that faded into need, and that need gripped my pelvis, bursting and spiraling out as I shouted my release.
He pulled out and moved fast to straddle my waist, pumping his cock in his fist and tossing his head back with a growl before spraying hot streaks over my face, neck, and chest. He jerked off until every last drop landed on me, then sat back on my thighs, gripping his still-twitching member.
“Fuck,” he panted, scrubbing his free hand over his face. “What a way to wake up.”
I used the sheet to wipe the cum away from my eyes and licked some off my lips. “How long were you going down on me before you woke me up?”
He shrugged. “Forty-five minutes, maybe?”
I laughed. “Oh, is that all?”
“I considered making you wait until we got back to the apartment, but… I’m not that mean. And I wanted to have breakfast here, because my chef doesn’t expect us back until lunchtime.” He swung his leg over me and laid down beside me. “You look so good with my cum all over your face, princess.”
“Mmm.” I scooped some off my chest with my index finger and sucked it into my mouth. “Do you want to know one of my favorite things about you in bed?”
“Please, stroke my ego,” he said.
“I love that you’re not quiet. Way too many guys are quiet.” Not Matthew. He was one of the most vocal male lovers I’d ever been with. It was an incredible turn-on.
“A lot of men think it’s not manly to moan or express any enjoyment,” he agreed. “But I honestly can’t imagine holding all that back. What’s the point of restraint when you can let go and let your partner know that you’re enjoying yourself?”
“You seem to enjoy me quite a lot, then,” I teased.
He rolled to his side and planted one big hand firmly on the mattress on the other side of my waist. “You’re right. I can’t get enough of you.”
His mouth covered mine; he didn’t seem all that concerned about what he’d left to dry on my face. I lost myself in the feel of his warm, hard body beside mine, the scratch of his morning stubble, until my stomach growling rudely interrupted us.
He lifted his head. “And that sounds like my cue to order us some breakfast.”
“It’s so weird to me that you can call down to room service in your mom’s house.” How did someone even feel at home in an environment that was basically a hotel?
I had to keep reminding myself that Matt was used to this.
If I was going to stay with him, I would have to get used to it too. From everything I’d seen this weekend, I would have to get used to a lot of things.
* * * *
We packed up to head back to the city, my lovely gowns zipped into their garment bags to await another occasion. Because there would be other occasions. As long as I was with Matt, this was the world I lived in.
Servants took our luggage down to the car, which would also be brought around by servants, and we made our way to the foyer, where Scott had texted us to meet him.
“I wanted to say goodbye before I left,” he said. Surveying my jeans and tank top, he added, “That looks more like my kid sister.”
Matt winced.
“Hey, man, don’t ask me to dance around the age gap,” Scott warned him. To me, he went on, “I’m in the city. Call me whenever you need someone to remind you where you came from.”
“We’ll have you over soon,” Matt promised, and I got a warm little thrill at the “we” in the sentence, the way it implied “our” residence instead of “his.”
The weirdest things made me go all gooey these days.
“Mr. Ashe?”
The three of us turned at the sound of Alan’s voice.
“I apologize for the interruption, but Mrs. Ashe is having her breakfast in the conservatory and asked if she could speak to you alone before you left.” Alan’s eyes went to me. “I can bring your guest some coffee while she waits?”
“Sure. Tell Mom I’ll be there in a minute.” Matt turned back to Scott, extended his hand, and, the moment their palms met, pulled him into a big hug. “I’m going to be less distant.”
“Me too.” Scott clapped him hard on the back. “And I’m going to stop being guilty about your mangled leg.”
“I’ll stop being guilty about dating your sister,” Matt replied.
Scott released him. “Nah. You can stay guilty about that.”