Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Do you really expect me to believe you didn’t sleep with him?” His eyes are questioning and hurt.
“I didn’t, I promise. I would never have done that to you. I kept waiting for you to work it out. Why didn’t you work it out, Josh?” Hot tears stream down onto my cheeks, tears of guilt. Through the lump in my throat I whisper, “Have you ever thought of me, Josh?”
He nods, the sight of the emotion in his eyes opens a wound in my chest, and a sob escapes.
“Josh, I’ve missed you, so damn much it hurts,” I whisper. He stays silent as he inhales precious air deeply into his lungs. He lifts his hand and runs it over my hair.
“Show me.” He continues stroking my hair and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck. I look up at his lips as he lowers them to mine. He kisses me gently, swiping his tongue through my open mouth. A shiver runs through my body and a groan escapes me, one I can’t control. The kiss deepens and his tongue takes over every sense I own, taking what he wants. He brings his hands to my face and holds my cheeks as he kisses me again, deeper this time. His tongue demanding arousal. My body happy to oblige. A shiver runs through me as I feel a very familiar pulse start to throb between my legs. I can’t believe it; we are alone and he knows the truth. The last thought scatters goose bumps over my body.
“Show me,” he whispers in my ear as he bites it. “Show me how much you have missed me.” He runs his open mouth down the length of my neck. I pull back to look at him and his eyes have changed. They are now dark with desire. They call to a part of me that only he knows. Without breaking eye contact he grabs the bottom of his T-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Each breath I take is deeper than the last, my heart racing out of control. My eyes drop to his chest, holy fuck this body is ridiculous. It takes my breath away. He is tanned and muscular and his chest has a scattering of dark hair that picks up again below his navel in a thin line that disappears into his cargo pants. I look back up to see the anxiety etched on his face. I run my fingertips down the length of his body until I reach the tattoo. Ahh, that’s why he looks nervous, he doesn’t know how I will react. I turn him and lift his arm. He lets me and raises his arm for me to see. I follow my name with my fingertip slowly. My god, I adore this man.
“When did you get this, baby?” I whisper…silence, he doesn’t answer. “Josh, answer me and I want the truth.”
“On your twenty-first birthday—it’s your birthday present.” He closes his eyes as if pained. I can’t help it, tears instantly overfill my eyes. I bend and slowly kiss the tattoo. Overcome with emotion, I can’t hold the tears back as they run freely down my face. I hold him in an embrace around the stomach as I sob against his body.
He runs his fingers through my hair. “Happy birthday, precious girl.”
I stand up and that’s it. I know it’s over. I will do anything he wants. With dark eyes he tics his jaw and cracks his neck. I love that. “Now stop with the blubbering and show me how much you’ve fucking missed me.” He smiles and bites his lip as he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto my knees. I drop, eager to taste him. Desperation hits as I rip his pants down. His engorged length falls into my hands and I lick my lips as I size up the perfect manhood in front of me. Holy mother fuck, he’s frigging huge. Has he always been this big? He gently runs his fingers through my hair and lifts himself into my waiting mouth. I close my eyes as I swirl my tongue around the tip and gently suck.
“Fuck,” he hisses and leans back against the wall, unable to hold his weight on his legs any longer. His response urges me on, and I take the full length of him. I suck harder and hold on to his hips for balance. Slowly but surely, I build a rhythm, each stroke deeper than the last, each suck more powerful. The contrast between the hard, powerful lurches of his hips into my mouth and the gentle stroking of his hands on my hair bring me to an involuntary groan. I am rewarded with a gush of pre-ejaculate. God, he tastes good. His breathing is labored and he leans his head back against the wall.