Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
6
Ewan
Walking out of that room without Kaia had been the hardest thing I’d ever done. And considering my profession, that said a fuck of a lot about the hold she already had on my heart.
I was in physical pain over how much I wanted her body, but the connection I’d felt between us when we met wasn’t just about lust. I wanted everything with Kaia. Love, marriage, babies, growing old. Those things made me burn for her as much as the thought of fucking her. She was it for me. I wouldn’t settle for anything less from her.
And I knew in my gut that she felt it too. So, as hard as it would be, and I meant that literally and figuratively, I would wait for Kaia to admit it. However, I’d been completely serious about keeping her locked up with me until then. I had months of vacation banked…
I fervently hoped it wouldn’t take that long. I was afraid the constant blue balls would cause permanent damage.
I flipped on the light in my room and looked longingly at the bed. As dead tired as was, I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep in my current condition. So, I trudged across the carpet to the master bath and took an arctic shower. Then I crawled into bed and drew the comforter up over my naked body.
With my hands propped behind my head, I stared at the door, willing Kaia to walk through it. It took a couple of hours, but finally, sleep claimed me.
The delicious smell of jasmine and vanilla filled the air as fingertips softly brushed my hair back from my forehead. They trailed down my cheek and across my beard to trace my lips.
“Kaia,” I groaned and turned toward the temptation. My arms captured the warm, curvy body beside me, and I immediately rolled to my back, dragging her on top of me. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, and I widened my legs to settle her between them. My cock was nestled up against her pussy and the wetness there coated my dick and…fuuuuuuuck. There was nothing between us. Kaia was naked. Fuck, yes.
I palmed her round ass and bucked my hips. Her tight nipples rubbed over my chest, and she moaned my name. It felt so fucking real.
“Ewan, please.”
My eyes flew open, and I found myself staring at beautiful hazel-blue eyes, dark with desire. I hadn’t been dreaming. Kaia was draped over me, neither of us wearing a stitch of clothing. She’d come to me. Thank fuck.
I groaned and clenched my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. “You better be here to tell me what I want to hear, Kaia. A man is only so strong.”
“I—” Whatever she’d been about to say turned into a moan when she shifted. Her juices had made it slick between us, which meant her pussy glided easily on my cock. “Oooooh, Ewan.”
“Fucking hell.” I gripped her hips and rolled us until she was under me. My hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head and trapped her legs between mine. She looked fucking amazing with her flushed skin and her wild hair spread across my pillow.
“Do you want me, baby?”
Kaia nodded.
“You want my mouth on you?
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Where?” She hesitated, and I rocked slightly, making her gasp. “Tell me where you want my mouth, Kaia.”
“Um, my nipples.” As a reward for her answer, I bent my head and sucked on one hard peak. Then the other.
“Do you want my mouth on your pussy, baby?”
Another nod and a moan.
“What about my cock? Do you want my big, fat cock deep inside you, baby? Stretching you? Filling you so full of my come that it spills out?” I rocked my hips again. “Do you want me to fuck you so hard and deep that you can’t sit without feeling me inside you?”
“Please, Ewan,” she begged. Her nails dug into my skin where she was gripping my biceps.
I lowered my head until our faces were millimeters apart and stilled. “Then tell me what I want to hear, Kaia,” I growled. “Who owns you?”
“You,” she whispered. Her eyes were filled with need, and at her admission, they flashed with hunger. My dominance turned her on. Could she be any more fucking perfect?
I slid my palm down her chest, over her breast, along her belly, and stopped when I was cupping her center. “Who owns this pussy, baby?” I grunted at the strength it was taking to keep myself under control.
“You, Ewan. I’m yours.”
“Damn straight.”
I crushed my mouth against hers, my hands now cupping her cheeks. My tongue demanded entrance, and when she didn’t resist, a groan ripped through me. I wanted to make this last, to draw it out and take her slow and easy this first time. But I could already feel the tell-tale signs of my approaching orgasm.