Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I thought she was enjoying herself, but I fucking hurt her like a selfish asshole.
She blinks, surprised to find me so close, then blinks some more, her eyelashes thick with moisture. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not. Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head quickly. “No, you didn’t. Not at all.”
My eyes flicker up to Cam, and the angry expression on his face takes me by surprise. He never gets angry. But that’s nothing compared to how mad I am at myself.
“But you’re crying.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” She wipes at her eyes and tries to hide them behind her hand.
“Why are you crying?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know, really. It was just all … so intense.”
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
Shaking her head again, she reaches a hand to my face and strokes my cheek. “No, trust me. You felt incredible.”
I’ve never had someone cry during sex before. I have caused women pain, but that was when I was younger and inexperienced.
She must see my confusion, because she cups my chin, making sure I look right at her. “No one’s ever made me feel that way, Wyatt. I just felt a lot, and I couldn’t process it all.”
Searching her eyes, I see that it’s the truth, and first relief, then pride wash over me. All the raunchy, empty comments from strangers I’ve received on our videos come to mind. When I’ve complained about them, Cam said I should be flattered, but I couldn’t find it in me to have a positive reaction to all those objectifying remarks.
Strange as it is, Stella’s tears have flattered me more than anything ever has. I made her feel so much she couldn’t handle it all at once. Of course, I’m sure there’s more to her reaction than just me and the action of my cock, but still, I’m gratified.
“It was great, Wyatt, and in fact, I want more.” She slides her hand around to the back of my head and pulls me closer so she can kiss me, and desire flares again inside me.
This woman is so responsive, so trusting, so open for anything. She fits so well here with me and Cam. In every way.
“Are you sure you don’t need a break?” I can’t help but ask.
“Wyatt, stop worrying about me, and finish what you started!”
Her command makes me laugh, and it’s just what I need. I wasn’t joking when I said she’ll never have to ask twice for anything.
When I sink back inside her, the perfection of her body surprises me all over again. Sex always feels good, but with this woman, there’s something more there that makes it a whole new experience.
She’s so hot and wet, but I hold myself back, careful not to go too hard—until Stella urges me on.
“Harder, Wyatt!” she cries, and her wish is my command.
I piston in and out, her sweet pussy gripping me tight. She cries out, like she’s on the verge of losing control again, and that’s all it takes for me to lose mine.
Electricity races down my spine, gripping my balls, shooting me past the point of no return. My cock swells inside her, and I let loose, wishing I was filling her up, that there was no barrier between us.
Stella’s pussy pulses, milking me for all I have, and after I finish, she’s still lost in her release.
Her skin is flushed pink, and her nipples have darkened to a deep rose color. She’s so gorgeous.
As she starts to recover, I slide out of her, taking care with the condom, even though I wish it wasn’t there. I’m not in any hurry to get her pregnant, but I wish I could leave something of myself inside her. I want to mark her and make her mine.
Mine and Cam’s.
CHAPTER 41
STELLA
I may never leave this bed.
I don’t think I have any bones left in my body to make it happen. I’ve been so well satisfied, I think I’ve evolved to become a cloud.
Wyatt’s left the room, but my head is still propped on Cam. I study what I can see of the space around me, because I didn’t pay any attention to it when Cam brought me in.
The walls are a soft, warm gray that adds to my relaxed feeling. Sports memorabilia hangs in one corner, opposite a large landscape photo in a frame. Things are tidy. The bed was made when we came in; I did notice that. It’s a bit messy now.
“Is this your room?”
“Mm-hm.” He’s lazily tracing a finger over my hips, my chest, down my arms.
“It’s nice.”
His fingers dance across me, just under my chest. “Glad you like it. How are you doing?” His fingers dip down and softly graze the top of the trimmed hair between my legs.
I let out a blissful sigh. “I’m wonderful.”
There’s a smile in his voice, when he says, “Good. Think you might be ready for more?”