Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“You’re not whining, Damian,” she whispers, placing her hand on my chest. “You’re feeling, and that’s okay.”
I touch her hand, telling myself it’s to push her away. But then I feel her warmth, and my body grows weak. My resolve shatters.
I tug on her wrist, pulling her against me.
“This is why you can’t be here,” I snarl, taking her shoulders and spinning her so she’s against the wall. “I can’t resist you, Snowflake, can’t even try.”
“Then stop trying,” she whispers.
Somehow, I take a step back. I’m shaking all over.
“You need to leave,” I tell her. “You shouldn’t have come here alone. If they find you—”
“We don’t even know if I’m a target, Damian. You’re being too careful.”
“There’s no such thing as too careful when it comes to you,” I snap. “If something happened to you…”
When my voice breaks, she rushes across the small distance and presses her body against mine. Everything inside me implodes, all my resolve melting away, hunger rioting inside me as though we didn’t have sex less than a workday ago.
I grab her again. Harder this time. More possessive. Push my lips against hers and feel her heart pounding against me, lust burning inside of her. I lift her off her feet, her legs wrapping around me like we choreographed this.
She bites my lip. Moans. It’s the bite that stops me. She tugs at the place Julian hit, drawing me back to that moment, the memory punching with an impossible-to-ignore significance.
I put her down, pulling away. This time, I take more steps back, retreating to almost the other side of the room.
“I just want to make you feel better,” she murmurs. “Is that so bad?”
“It’s the opposite of bad,” I snarl. “You’re…” I shudder. “Before you, Celine, I didn’t think I’d ever experience anything like this. Maybe for other men, normal men, some decorating and a Christmas flick wouldn’t mean much. To me, it means…”
Everything.
“But there’s too much standing between us.”
Her shoulders slump. She turns away, giving me a view of her thick ass in those jeans. Giving me a view of the sad twist of her mouth.
I rush toward her again, driven by something I can’t control, don’t want to control.
We kiss again, with more passion this time. She pushes me back against the bed. I collapse heavily and move to pull her into my lap. Even if I know it’s wrong. Even if I know I have to stop.
But before I can pull her into my lap, she slides between my legs. Kneels on the floor and looks up at me with those perfect pouting lips.
“What are you doing?” I groan, my voice a rasp.
The confidence in her eyes is stunning. She slides her hands up my legs. “I want to make you feel better, Damian…”
“Oh, fuck.”
Tell her to stop, man.
I need to.
I can’t.
She tugs at my jeans and my briefs, freeing my cock. Thick, hard urgency springs up, my shaft swollen with desire, my balls aching. She strokes her hand up and down my base, twists her palm in a warm motion. My end is already leaking hot precome.
She moans as she strokes.
“Rub yourself,” I snarl.
“Like… this?”
She slips her hand between her legs. Rubs at the outside of her jeans. Soft at first, but then harder, moaning as she brings her mouth to kiss my head.
Stop her, stop her, stop her—
She has all the power here. More power than anyone has ever had over me.
She brings my tip to her lips and sucks it softly, swirling her tongue in tempting circles. I groan as I stare down at her, hair messy, cheeks red, confidence blazing from every inch. She bobs her head up and down, making beautiful muffled moaning noises as she goes as deep as she can on my shaft.
She strokes the rest of me. Eyes open the whole time, staring up, seeing the effect she has on me. Even with my dick in her mouth, she’s smiling like she knows who’s the boss in this moment.
I grip the sheets as her tempo grows faster, her hand working so fast I can already feel the release swelling up inside of me. It’s like I haven’t erupted in days, not hours.
She slows down, kisses my tip. “Is it wuh-working?” She moans, her hand still busy between her thick, glorious thighs. “Do you feel better?”
“Hmm,” I groan, the only noise I can produce. I make more effort. “Fuck. Yes.”
She goes fast again, pumping her hand on my base, sucking my head. I stare between our bodies at her hand, busily rubbing between her legs. As my seed rushes up inside of me, she gasps and creams in her jeans. Her whole body quakes as I explode into her mouth.
There’s a moment of hesitation. Is she going to swallow? Then she slips her hand into her jeans, finds her wet pussy, and draws more pleasure out of herself as her throat shifts in time with the flow of my release.