Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Her lips taste as perfect as I remember, yet they seem even sweeter this time, even more, matched to me.
I groan as my hands find her hips, then slide around to her ass.
I know we need to be careful. Anybody could walk up the hallway any second. But we also needed to be careful in the kitchen, at the party, and we didn’t care.
We don’t care.
At least, our bodies don’t. Not when they’re pressed close like this.
She gasps through the kiss, our teeth clicking in the immediacy of our passion.
“Shall we go upstairs?” she whimpers.
I squeeze down on her ass cheeks, groaning as I feel how round and full they are through her pants. I could spend so long massaging these round cheeks alone, exploring them, indulgently grabbing handfuls of her thick gorgeous flesh.
“Yes,” I growl, turning and placing my hand on her lower back as I guide her toward the elevator.
“I don’t mean for…,” she trails off, looking up at me. “I’m sorry.”
I know what she’s saying without her needing to say it.
She didn’t mean for sex. She just doesn’t want to be standing here anymore, exposed.
“Let’s go,” I tell her.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she murmurs as I guide her into the elevator.
“I get it,” I say tightly, somehow stopping my hand from sliding down to her ass again. “We can’t do anything until we’ve discussed the Max situation.”
She grabs onto my forearm tightly.
Her touch sends more warm pressure surging through me.
My balls are massive, swollen, my cock bulging, my tip burning with precome.
“Yeah,” she murmurs, the doors closing and the elevator taking us upward.
“But we don’t have to think about that right now,” I tell her, sensing her mood, hearing the conflicted note in her tone.
Turning to her, I pull her into my arms, looking down into her captivating eyes.
“We don’t?” she says.
“Let’s enjoy our meal first,” I tell her. “Hell, let’s just get used to talking in person, not by text.”
She laughs, lighting me up inside. “Weirdly, I think it’s easier. I feel like we’ve already spoken so much.”
I smirk, gliding my hand down her hip, thinking of how ready her body is for my seed. For our children. For a future that will make all this angst seem distant and meaningless.
“Yeah, but it’s not like we’ve had a lot of variety in our conversations, is it?”
She laughs again, clasping onto my chest. “No. Just work and….”
And the intimate texts. And the fantasies. And the way we rehearse via text what we’re going to do in real life.
The elevator doors open with a beep, disturbing the moment.
Danielle’s lips pull into a broad smile. “What is that? It smells delicious.”
“What, did you think all that cooking stuff was just for show?” I tease as we walk into my apartment.
I take her raincoat and hang it up, then stare down at her, my cock getting even more rock-fucking-solid.
She’s wearing a sparkly sleeveless top that shows off her figure, her bra strap just about visible, threatening to drive me insane.
“What?” she whispers when I just stare at her.
“You,” I growl, grabbing her hips and pulling her close for a kiss.
She sinks against me, making pleasure sounds. Moans, gasps, and breathy releases make my balls feel like there’s simply too much seed in them. I can’t take it all, can’t hold it, not when it belongs in her young body.
With a moan, she pushes on my chest, putting a tiny bit of distance between us as she gazes wide-eyed up at me.
She looks so ready for what we’re going to do, so ready to lie back and open her thick legs, show me her soaked innocent slit as I stand over her, my massive cock in my hand, as ready as she is.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
She laughs, but I can sense some of the uncertainty there as if she thinks I’m going to leap at her again.
“Sorry, what was it?” I smirk. “I got distracted. You look beautiful, Danielle. Stunning. Gorgeous. And so sexy it’s difficult to focus.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, tightening her fist against my chest. “That means a lot. Really. I never thought you’d call me beautiful.”
I guess she’s referring to her crush, but that doesn’t interest me. I only care who she is now, alluring and talented and mine.
“You are,” I say passionately. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She takes a step back, then stops, trapped by my protective arms. “Now I know you’re joking.”
“To me, you are,” I say firmly.
And that’s all that matters. I’m the only man you’re going to be with from here on out. No one else is ever going to touch you. Or even think about touching you.
I’m not sure how I manage to hold off this possessive fire, but I know it’s probably for the best. Our situation is complicated enough without adding all that.