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)
“Why aren’t you ready, Josh?” I know for certain he likes a bit of kink—why wouldn’t he be ready?
“Because once I take you there, we are playing for keeps.” He pumps his fingers hard again and my eyes close and I moan. “Do it, Josh. Take me, now,” I whisper. “I want to be yours, I need to be yours.”
“Not yet.” He smiles into my back and he picks up the pace and strength, so the bed starts to rock. Holy shit, that’s it. I start to quiver, and he whispers into my ear. “Come for me.”
I convulse into the most violent orgasm I have ever experienced, and I fall onto my stomach. He puts his hands under my hips and pulls me up. “Back on your knees,” he snaps. He slowly feeds his thick length into my swollen sex, pulling my hips back onto him. He holds my hips up as he slowly sinks into me. He groans. “You’re such a hot fuck,” he snaps as he slowly pulls out and then slams back into me. “You are so addictive,” he whispers as he repeatedly drives into me. Oh no…can’t be. I start to quiver again.
“Josh, I can’t come again, I…I…it’s too much,” I whimper.
“You can and you will,” he bites out in a husky voice. He reaches around and with precision swipes the tips of his four fingertips over my clitoris and I convulse into another earth-shattering orgasm. I scream into the mattress but before I can relax, he’s pulled out and is around on his knees in front of me. What the fuck?
“Open,” he whispers. I go to speak but, before I can, he has me by the hair, pulling my mouth onto his cock. Holy shit. I’m not sure about this but one look at the arousal level in his eyes has me begging to please him.
“Suck,” he yells. I start to deep-throat his large, engorged cock. I feel so out of control, so unlike me, but I’ve never felt so alive. He pulls back and rides my open mouth as he grips me by the hair.
“Tash, you fuck me so good,” he whispers. “I’m going to blow so hard, baby.”
On the sixth stroke he stills and jerks as he comes in a rush, flooding my mouth with his seed. It hits the back of my throat with such force that my gag reflex kicks in and I automatically retch.
“Swallow,” he whispers as he pants while throwing his head back and gently rubs the back of my head. I nod as I swallow and follow the cleanup with gentle laps. He is gasping for air as he holds my shoulders for balance. Perspiration covers our bodies. My eyes meet his as I rise from my kneeling position and he smiles and falls back onto the bed with his eyes closed, pulling me with him. He kisses my forehead and pulls me into an embrace.
“I fucking adore you.” He smiles.
I smile as I sink into his embrace. “Josh.”
“Mmm, baby,” he answers with his eyes closed.
“You can add porn star to my resume. That was porn-star sex.”
“Hmm.” He smiles with his eyes closed. “That was hot sex and it had my favorite ending.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“The happy ending.”
“Doesn’t all sex have a happy ending?”
He shakes his head. “Some endings are happier than others.”
I giggle as I cuddle into him. “Josh, I need a drink and a shower.”
He kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll get the drinks; you run the shower.” I nod as I lean up onto my elbow.
“Leave the soap on the floor,” he smirks.
18
Natasha
I roll over and hit a brick wall. My eyes shoot open at the unexpected lump in my bed. To my utter disbelief, I am lying next to a naked sleeping hunk of a man. I smile as the realization that Joshua stayed sinks in. He’s out cold on his back with his arm under my head. My body is draped half over his, our legs entwined.
I’m amazed when I stop and look at him how utterly gorgeous he is. His dark-chocolate hair, dark lashes and olive skin are a stark contrast against my white bed linen. His swollen red lips gently open and close as he breathes. I know I have said it before, but I am totally punching above my weight here. He is just so…out of my league. My eyes drop to his tanned ripped torso. My name firmly branding his body, goose bumps scatter me every time I look at that tattoo. It means so much to me. The fact that he got that at a time when our love was so distant. And yet he still committed, without knowing if we had any kind of future together. I will forever be grateful that our limited time together previously meant as much to him as it did to me.