Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
When he’s gone, I softly push Mira’s door open. She’s lying on her side, sleeping softly, curled up in a patch of sunlight like a little kitten.
We’ve got the sensors, the cameras. We’re safe.
I step into my bedroom. Rhett is standing facing the door, his hands at his sides. When I walk in, he sucks in a hungry breath, his eyes wide and full of desire. I softly shut the door, lay my camera down, then rush to him.
He wraps his arms around me as I throw myself against him. He lifts me up, groaning as his hands find my ass. I shift against him, my body aching so much it feels tight and sensitive, my entrance slick and tingly as we grind together.
He sits on the bed, and I ride him the whole way. I twitch my hips and grind against him, kissing him harder. I just want this so badly. Is there something wrong with that? Too fast to think, to fear, to doubt.
He grips my hips and lifts me slightly. My hands go to his belt and I untie it.
“Somebody’s in a rush,” he snarls, looking deep into my eyes.
“I just want you.” I breathe hard. “Are you going to shame me for that?”
“Maybe I want you to slow down, to savor every fucking second,” he growls, then he stands, lifting me as though I’m weightless. He lays me on my back on the bed. “Maybe I need to taste you first.”
My legs wriggle like they’ve got a mind of their own. Heat tickles between my thighs, my folds grinding against my underwear.
“Hmm?” He snarls.
“It sounds like somebody needs to be in control.”
“It sounds like somebody wants me to.”
He grabs my jeans and quickly undoes the button, then pulls them down to my ankles. He doesn’t pull them off all the way though. He’s fallen to his knees at the edge of the bed, staring at my sex.
“Fuck, you’re wet already.”
“What?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows.
He reaches forward, pushes against my underwear, rubbing my clit and my lips, causing mind-numbing pleasure. I writhe against him.
“Your underwear has got a big, beautiful fucking wet spot on it,” he groans. “Were you out there getting wet for me, Elle?”
He thumbs my clit through the thin layer of cotton, rubbing it harder, faster. I twitch against him, moving my hips up and down, chasing it.
“Elle?” He demands.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he snarls. “Getting yourself all soaked and ready for me. I need to see your perfect pussy.”
He pulls my jeans off the rest of the way, then glides my underwear down my legs. He spreads my legs, hands buried in my thighs. I lean up on my elbows, staring down at him, the awe on his face, the sun catching the brown in his eyes, turning them green.
He kisses up my thigh, breath shuddering over me when he lets out a savage laugh. “How can you even fucking smell good, Sunshine?”
Before I can answer, he sucks my clit into his mouth, his finger circling my entrance. The suction is hard, but the most toe-curling bit is when he tongues me lightly, caressing my clit with gentle strokes.
I clutch the sheets, rocking against his face. I can’t scream like I want to, can’t throw my head back and cry out.
Everything else fades away. It’s just the pressure between my legs and his tongue lovingly lashing it.
He pushes against my entrance with his finger. “Fuck,” he groans, mouth still around my clit. “You feel so fucking hot. I can already imagine you stretched around my cock.”
“Do it,” I groan. “Just… do it.”
He looks up at me, shaking his head. “Not until you come just from this.” He slides his finger inside of me in one fluid motion. I gasp and arch my back as his tip finds a place inside me no one ever has.
“Like this,” he growls, moving his finger in soft circles.
I reach down and grab his wrist, twitching like he’s cast a spell on me. My thighs squeeze together as the orgasm suddenly hits, a bone-deep one that hits every part of me.
He leans forward and catches my scream against his shoulder. I bite down, tasting sweat, tasting him. He massages my back with his other hand, groaning in my ear. “Ride that fucking hand until you’ve got nothing left. Fucking soak my hand.”
I bite down on him again. Hard. I feel my teeth pierce flesh, but he doesn’t care.
When it’s over, I fall back, dazed, my vision blurring.
Don’t think. Don’t go there. Don’t let this slow down.
“I want you to take me from behind,” I whisper, staring at the red teeth marks on his flesh.
He looks into my eyes. “Elle…”
I climb onto the bed and bend over, looking over my shoulder at him. Just like at the gym. I’ve never felt sexier in my life than when he stumbles back, staring at me in awe.