Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“I thought this was a private elevator?”
“It is. But there are cameras. I didn’t want private pictures of me circulating. I didn’t want anything out there that could shift people’s perceptions of me into a player rather than a trusted advisor.”
She tilts her head to one side. “And now you’ve changed your mind?”
“You’re my fiancée,” I reply, cupping her face. “I’m kissing my soon-to-be wife.” I pull in a breath. “But honestly, not kissing you in here has always been a challenge. I’ve always wanted more of you. That’s why I agreed to the whole roommate-for-a-week thing.”
“You agreed to me moving in to prove that we couldn’t keep it professional.”
I chuckle. “No, I agreed because I wanted to know you. I couldn’t see a better way.”
“You tricked me?” she asks with a smile.
“No. I was going to adhere to the terms of your deal. But my motivations were different to yours.”
“If you wanted to get to know me, why didn’t you just ask me on a date?”
The doors ping open and I walk her backwards out of the lift and into my apartment.
“I don’t really date. I didn’t want to get into murky waters. But I wanted to spend time with you. As soon as I met you, I knew you were different. I just couldn’t work out why. I needed some time to figure it out.”
“And you’ve figured it out?”
“Yeah, I figured out what made you different. I’d fallen in love with you.”
She grins up at me. “You wanted to bang me. That isn’t love.”
I chuckle. “I definitely wanted to bang you.” I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist and I head toward my bedroom. “But I used to meet plenty of attractive women. I was in love with you. Even then.”
“You’re such a cheesy guy.”
“But I’m your cheesy guy.”
She laughs and pulls me closer.
“And now,” I say, setting her down on her feet. “Now I’m going to make you come so many times, you’re going to forget your own name.”
She gasps and puts a hand over her mouth. “Avril East,” she says. “You want me to change my name?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to be exactly who you are. And you’ll always be Avril Huntington to me.”
“You always know exactly the right thing to say.” She reaches for my cock. With her hands around me, I can finally relax. She slides to her knees. She looks even more beautiful than usual with the crown of my cock on her lips.
She sucks the tip and then goes right to the base, her tongue working its way up my shaft before taking me deep, so fucking deep, I want to shout out at the perfection of her. She sits back on her knees and reaches for my hands, placing them on her face, handing me control of the situation. I growl my appreciation at the gesture.
Her eyelids flutter, as if her pleasure is almost too much, and I groan at how fucking perfect she looks in the red dress I bought her. It’s a version of the one I first met her in. The one I sliced off her. The frills are so feminine, but they can’t cover up how strong and feisty she is. I definitely met my match at Aurora and Deacon’s engagement party. In every sense of the word.
I start to move my cock in and out of her mouth. She looks up at me with big, trusting eyes, as I move.
Fuck she’s perfect.
I’m almost painfully hard. I want to come so badly. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer, so I step back, my cock rearing in frustration.
“Please, Ben. I want you to.”
I shake my head. “Avril—”
“I want you to come in my mouth, Ben.” She reaches for me. “I want you to take what you need from me.”
I groan again. She’s too much. Too sexy. Too compliant. Too good for me.
I hold her face in my hands and feed her my cock. Because I’ll do anything she asks of me. I almost come immediately, but I row it back, just for a few seconds, because I want to enjoy this fucking perfection. The pulse in my ears is roaring, like a tiger desperate to be let off a leash. I want to come so badly.
She moans and the vibrations travel up my shaft. I’m done. I push in one more time and explode in her mouth.
Just like she asked.
I don’t believe in God, but I think I just had a divine experience, some kind of religious awakening.
This woman is perfection.
She blinks up at me. “I love you.”
All I can think is how I want more. I bend and scoop her up and lay her on the bed. I push up her skirt. But I don’t want anything between us. I stand and, like some goofy eighteen-year-old who can barely believe he’s about to get lucky, I strip off my clothes, discarding them on the floor, and then I crawl over her.