Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"Are you gonna come for me, princess?" I suck on a patch of skin on her neck as I curl my fingers inside her while simultaneously stroking her clit.
Her body trembles as a whine melts into a long moan. Her walls tug and squeeze my fingers in undulating waves as her orgasm takes over while my name becomes an erotic chant on her lips as she rides the wave. I continue quickly stroking her clit even though my fingers slow inside her, only stopping when she pulls my hand from inside her panties.
She pants softly as she tries to catch her breath before turning her head toward me. "Thank you," she finally says. She pauses for a moment before she rolls over to face me. "You know, aside from the whole killing situation, everything else you've done has shown me the man you truly are. You may do bad things, but with everything you've done for me in between...it just shows how great of a person you are at your core."
I let her words seep into my mind. It's easy to fall prey to the violence of the job, especially when it's all that civilians usually focus on once they learn about it. But to hear her admitting this gives me hope that we can get back to better terms, which will make the rest of my job easy if I don’t have to fight with her every step of the way.
"Thank you," I reply. "I really appreciate that."
She only nods and settles against my chest with a soft sigh, and it doesn't take long for us to finally drift off to sleep.
14
MORGAN
Trent is still asleep when I wake up the following morning. A slight headache thumps at my temple, and my face is sore where I was hit the night before, but I know things can be worse. I watch Trent for a few moments, a slight smile settling on my face. After getting over the shock of him being a murderer, I'm happy to see that he hasn't changed otherwise. He could've been angry and cruel to me after I tried to escape, but he didn't. Even when I disobey me, he's always shown me grace and patience when he doesn't even have to.
He may not be exactly what he'd originally told me, but it's clear that his character is still the same.
He's lying on his back, one arm tucked under his head that faces away from me. My gaze falls to his hand, the same hand that brought me to a powerful orgasm last night. It's noble of him to have only focused on my pleasure last night, which only makes it so much obvious that he's more mature than he'd originally portrayed. Guys my age would've definitely taken advantage my emotional state if it mean they could benefit from it, but Trent isn't like that. What I do know is that he's definitely set the bar high for any guy who comes after him.
I slowly sit up a little. He's only wearing a tank top and boxers, the outline of his soft cock pulling my attention. After staring at him for a few moments, I reach forward and slip my hand into the hole at the front and wrap my hand around it. He stirs briefly but doesn't wake, giving me further encouragement to pull it out. I want to return the favor for him as he'd done for me last night. I scoot down a little in bed until my head is at eye level with his waist. Before I can talk myself out of it, I take him into my mouth. I've never actually done this before, but I've watched enough videos in the past to get an idea of what to do.
He thickens in my hand as I work more of him into my mouth. His breathing deepens as he stirs again, a deep sigh leaving his mouth as he shifts. It's not long before his hips flex and his eyes open, his tired gaze landing on me as a small grin settles on his lips.
"I knew that felt too good for it to be a dream," he muses as his fingers thread through my hair. "Good morning, princess."
I release his cock from my mouth long enough to tell him good morning before going back to work. The more he grew, the harder I had to work to fit him into my mouth. I gag a little when he touches the back of my throat, eliciting a hiss from him.
"Pace yourself, princess," he warns. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
While I appreciate his patience, it only encourages me to keep trying. I want to give him as much pleasure as he gave me no matter how uncomfortable it makes me or if I struggle doing so. I force myself to breathe through my nose in hopes that it'll keep my gag reflexes from engaging, but it doesn't work as well as I'd like. Instead, I focus on my technique of stroking his cock while sucking all that I can fit into my mouth. Despite the doubt I have in myself, Trent seems to enjoy it. His hips flex a little faster as his hand tightens in my hair.