Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Our gazes are locked as Eli leans back, letting me spread his legs as wide as I wish to.
“And you’ll be my boyfriend?” he whispers, not even blinking as he watches me.
I’m already so much more than that. There’s no word for it.
My own breath scalds my insides as I look back. “I’ll be yours. And you will be mine. Only mine. Every day. Whenever I want.”
He likes that. I can see it in the way his eyes glaze over, how he nods, and how he spreads his thighs in silent invitation.
Chapter 10
Eli
I can hardly believe this emotional rollercoaster I’m on. First, I had a lovely morning, then I wound myself up in a twist by misinterpreting Cesar’s words, and now we’re back to touching and kissing, my attraction to him even stronger than before.
He’s so… set on me. It both calms me down and turns me on. I don’t have to overthink the sex either, because he means what he says, so unlike my past boyfriends who played games with my heart.
Why else would he be risking everything for me?
Spencer didn’t bother to do my part of the house chores when I broke my leg, and here is my dark prince, carrying me around as if I’m made of spun sugar, saving me from a lifetime behind bars—
Every muscle in my body relaxes when Cesar pulls my ass to the edge of the seat and presses the lower half of his face to my crotch, breathing me in through the fabric. His eyes roll back, as if getting high on my scent, then he pulls on my bottoms, revealing that I’m not wearing anything underneath.
“Good thing I got you some underwear,” Cesar breathes, tossing my pants and boots aside.
“You did?” I blush at the idea that he’s bought me something that personal. With Cesar between my legs, I’m getting hard fast. I can’t resist him, and I don’t even try. What’s the worst that can happen? He’ll lock me up in this cabin forever? At least I’d be safe and well fed. And well-fucked.
He nods, his dark hair tousled and still damp to the touch. When did I reach to his head? I have no fucking clue, but he moans, and licks his way up my cock as if it’s his favorite meal, so he must not mind my touch. His chin has grown enough stubble to scratch my cockhead when he leans forward, popping his head under my top.
My toes curl. My nipples pebble.
And when something tickles my tender hole, my body jerks up, already engulfed in fire. I might be tender down there, but if he wants to, I’d let him have another go with me. It’s like a drug that a man like Cesar wants me.
I make a needy moan when he sucks in half my dick. So hot, warm, wet. And while he’s teasing my ass with his finger, his other hand also delves under my hoodie to greedily squeeze my pec. I can sense how much he desires me in his every touch. The synapses in my brain are short-circuiting in response to his scent. I meant it when I told him I’d be up for it whenever.
The scent of burning wood, and the aroma of orange and cinnamon clinging to the jacket I took off, combine in the warm air of the cabin, making my head spin.
This man will either take me to safety and a life of love and pleasure, or will be my downfall. Either way, I’m taking that leap.
His finger is wet with saliva when it finally pushes in, and I find myself arching, my back and thigh muscles rigid by the time I bottom out in Cesar’s mouth. He feels incredible—all heat and sturdy flesh, and while I’m the one being pleasured, he never lets me entertain illusions about who’s in control here.
Cesar is the one who decides how deeply he sucks me, when to tease my prostate, and when to leave me wanting. I can barely take it, but in spite of all my begging, he keeps pushing me to new heights of arousal, until I’m so horny that an orgasm crashes over me unexpectedly.
It’s like tumbling down a mountain, and by the time I find myself wrapped in his arms, limp from exhaustion, I feel like I’ve just climbed Mount Everest, and he’s welcoming me back home.
I’m tender all over and make little moans as he strokes my sweaty back under the hoodie. I can hardly think after my orgasm, my mind an empty road with tumbleweed rolling across it.
“That was so good,” I whisper to make sure he knows how much I appreciate him. He might have said I’m not clingy, but he has no idea how much I already want to attach myself to him. I want to sleep with him spooning me, I want to eat breakfast sitting in his lap, and watch movies with his dick in my mouth.