Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“What are you grinning about?” he asked, staring at my breasts as though committing them to memory.
“You just look like you’ve wanted to see me naked for a really long time, and now you can’t believe it’s actually happening,” I said, my voice flirty. His deep, rumbling chuckle had me pressing my thighs together in want.
“Do you know what? I can’t even argue with you because you’re exactly right,” he replied hotly. “It would’ve made you blush if you’d known how much I thought about you like this when we were younger.”
My brain didn’t even have the chance to compute his confession because a second later he was on me, his mouth and hands seemingly everywhere as he dragged his tongue from one nipple to the other while his fingers found my clit, softly exploring. I reached for him, tugging down his boxer briefs so I could see all of him. I’d touched him in the darkness of his car, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to really see him. Derek’s body was exactly as I imagined it, sculpted from years of hard exercise but also broader in the arms and waist than he’d been before. I ran my hands over his muscled backside while he was distracted with my chest, moaning when his mouth closed over my nipple, his teeth grazing.
“Derek,” I said, almost begging as I stared at his beautiful cock peeking out from the boxers I’d hastily shoved down. “I can’t wait any longer.”
A haze of desire came over him. He had the condom out of the wrapper and covering his impressive length in a matter of seconds. Another second and the boxers were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor as he came back to me. Derek positioned himself between my spread legs, cupping my cheek with one hand while the other returned to my clit. I gasped as he circled it in earnest, his eyes latched onto mine as his cock slid home.
“Oh!” I gasped. The feel of him touching me and filling me up at the same time was overwhelming. I moaned so loud we were lucky there was no one else in the house.
With his eyes still on me, Derek began to move his hips, his fingers working their magic as he drove himself home with hard, measured thrusts. I felt myself dripping all over the bed as my orgasm built, my arousal even more head-spinning now that he was inside me, fucking me like I was his and his alone. In that moment, I knew I’d never be so possessed by another man. I belonged to him, and if the way he couldn’t take his eyes off me was any indication, he belonged to me just as much.
I cried out when I came, soaking his hand, and Derek growled as his mouth found mine, kissing me possessively while still cupping my cheek. His movements sped up, his need more ferocious now that I’d come apart all over his cock.
“You’re out of this fucking world,” he breathed between kisses, and then he gave another growl as he came. I held onto his shoulders, savouring his final thrusts before he fell on top of me, rolling us over and cradling me with his large, muscled body. I was happy, so content, and completely satiated as I rested in his arms, not a single worry on my mind.
We laid there for a while, catching our breaths, but then Derek was kissing me again, and we found ourselves going in for round two. And after that came round three. I was so blissed out that I couldn’t tell how much time had passed. I also barely heard the front door opening, and my daughter calling, “Mum, are you home? We came back a little early.”
Derek and I shared identical panicked expressions before we both practically leapt out of bed.
24.
Derek
What was I thinking? Sure, I’d told the girls to wait for me to collect them at seven, but teenagers were never guaranteed to follow instruction. I wouldn’t have let myself get so lost in Milly if I’d thought there was a chance they’d be home early.
Wordlessly, we hurried into our clothes, barely stopping to take a breath. Milly motioned for me to run across the hall to the guest room where I was staying. Just as I opened the door—my shirt bunched up at my waist in a highly suspect fashion—Deirdre reached the top of the stairs. Her eyes rounded when she saw me, then spotted Milly at my back. She froze for a second before she turned straight back around to call out, “Gigi, could you go grab those DVDs from the den? We’ll watch them in my room.”
“Sure!” my daughter responded from somewhere on the ground floor, cheerful and oblivious.
Deirdre turned back around, and suddenly, it felt like she was the adult, and Milly and I were two teenagers caught getting up to no good. “Look,” she began in a steady voice. “I have no problem with this”—she motioned between the two of us—“but you need to talk to Gigi. She’s … more sensitive. She can’t find out like I just did.”