He stood and dragged me into his body. “Six months with her, six months with me. You can handle it. You’re the strongest woman I know. If anyone can endure this situation, it’s you.”
I leaned up and wrapped my hands around his neck. The scent of him drawing me in closer. I pressed my face into his chest an inhaled deeply. “Take me to bed and show me it was a worthwhile trade.”
He lifted me off my feet in one smooth swipe and walked me all the way into the bedroom, the hunger in his eyes fueling my own need. This wouldn’t be sweet or gentle, and I was okay with that.
He lay me out on the bed and peeled open my robe as I watched him look at me. The way his gaze lingered on my skin, the dip of my waist and the curls between my legs made me needy for him.
I reached out, and he striped his own clothes until he stood between my open knees naked and hard. His cock jutted up to bounce against his abs while he climbed up onto the bed between my legs., lifting and pushing me back onto the mattress as he moved.
He spoke softly but his hands were hand and unyielding. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Me too. Kiss me.”
He lay his body weight on top of me, bracing some onto his forearms as he bent to take my mouth. I let him have control and savored the way he fit me perfectly. His hardness to my soft.
The kiss ended abruptly as he teased his lips down the column of my neck and kissed along my collarbone.
I giggled. “If this is going where I think it is, I highly encourage it.”
He bit down hard enough to make me squeak before he slowly drew a path with his teeth and his tongue down the curve of each breast and down to my belly. His heart beat heavily against my thigh, and his fingers gripped my hips tightly. “Stop teasing,” I said, breathless and needy.
He swatted my hands away as I tried to bury them in his hair. “Don’t rush me. I have been waiting to taste you. And we have all the time we could possibly want.”
I dropped my head back to the bed and closed my eyes. His fingers cupped around my hip bones, and his breath heated my skin until his nose brushed my pussy. I tensed, and he waited until I relaxed again. A game of push and pull, give and take. Except he would take and take and take. And I wanted to give him everything.
He used his nose to open me up and then delved his tongue in the seam. Trying to be good, I didn’t arch up like my body screamed to. I wanted to press myself into his face, ride it until I reached my end. No, he deserved to savor just as much as I deserved this—him.
He made a noise against my clit that sounded like a growl but vibrated through my sensitive flesh and did make me flex into him involuntarily.
“Please,” I whined, not recognizing the begging in my own voice. I stared down at him.
He lifted his head and met my eyes up the slight curve of my belly. “You want me inside you?”
I nodded frantically and reached down to pull him up my body. “I want you inside me right now.”
Thankfully, he didn’t hesitate and scooted up from his position until our faces were even. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, tongue, teeth.
He pressed into me slowly, and I folded my body around his while I let him stretch me open. And he did stretch me, feeling huge and a little painful as my body adjusted to his size. He hissed out a breath when he was fully seated inside me, and I let myself scan his features and memorize every line and every scar.
I held my breath as he pulled out and slid back inside me slow and careful. Still teasing, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of him, all of him. I wasn’t above begging, but he didn’t make me.
“You feel so good.” He pressed into me again and took up a careful slow pace. I didn’t want slow and steady. I wanted wild and hard. I wanted to feel the bruises his hands left on me tomorrow.
I captured his face in my hands. “Will you stop toying with me and fuck me please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He pulled out lightning fast, flipped me onto my belly, dragged my hips up, and entered me in one powerful thrust which shoved me face first into the bed.
Yes. This. All of this and more.
I gripped the sheets, and his hands tightened on my upper thighs. He pulled me back into him as he pounded forward, and my body sparked through my orgasm quick. So fast it started, and I tumbled into one and then another.
“I can feel you coming around my cock. Can you come one more time. For me?” He reached around and brushed his fingers over my sensitive clit while he kept his pace. I couldn’t help myself. I came again with him fingering me and fucking me at the same time.
He followed a moment later, pulling out to shoot cum on the top of my ass and lower back. I registered his thoughtfulness as I wasn’t in my right mind to tell him to put on a condom, and honestly, I didn’t want him to.
He used my robe to clean me up and tossed it onto the floor. When he curled up with my head propped on his chest, I finally felt like this could be my new reality. My new life.
Until his phone rang loud and blaring.
He snagged it off the bedside table, and we both stared at the screen. Demeter.
Hell no.
He turned the phone off and tossed it across the plush carpet. “She’ll leave a voicemail.”
I laughed. “God, I hope not.”
And then he drove all thoughts of my mother out of my mind with his clever fingers and beautiful mouth.
The End
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The Soul Program Series
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The Twisted Classics Series
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The Count
The Twisted Shakespeare Series
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Twelfth Floor
The Revelations Series
On a Red Horse
On a White Horse
On a Black Horse
The Avalon Prophecy Series
King Takes Queen
The Count of Monte Cristo: The Wild and Wanton Edition
This is an erotic variation of the unabridged version of The Count of Monte Cristo
The Count of Monte Cristo Vol 1
The Count of Monte Cristo Vol 2
The Count of Monte Cristo Vol 3
The Count of Monte Cristo Vol 4
The Count of Monte Cristo Vol 5
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The Midnight Masquerade
Mile High Menage
A Little Taste
Mistress in Training
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How to Claim a Submissive in 12 Hours
The Ghost
How to Train Your Husbands
Kiss the Bride
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