I'm Sienna Amato, the author of exactly one erotic novel. It hit the bestseller lists and I made millions. Too bad my publishing company screwed me over.
Now I'm destitute. To make matters worse, I'm suffering from writer's block and my mom's in an...
I roll over at the sound of the deep voice. He's home.
The dog jumps down. Just as I'm about to sit up, Tristan is on the bed, cupping my face. In my grogginess, I moan a little.
He kisses me, deep.
"I fell asleep," I murmur, pulling back so I can rub my eyes.
"You feel so beautiful right now."
His hands go everywhere on my bod and I moan. "Hi. Welcome home."
He presses me back on the bed. "Did you get more writing finished?"
I nod, and he kisses my neck, his hand skimming under my tank top.
"Good girl. And did you eat? Give Ozzy treats?"
"Yes, and..." his hand finds my nipple and pinches. I gasp. "Yes!"
"I've thought about you all day. About how you were here in my apartment. Thinking about me. Writing about me fingering you. Wondering if you were thinking of me, and what I was going to do with you when I came home."
He pulls up my tank top, and I strip it off. "I also thought about you. A lot."
"Good." He flicks his tongue around my nipple, then bites it. Not a hard bite, but enough to make my flesh sting. Then he soothes it with a circular swipe of his tongue. Then does everything all over again.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Sienna. I was trying to wait a few days, but I can't stop thinking about you. Being with you. Are you ready?"
"God, yes."
Sitting up, he pulls off his sweater. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness in the room, and I watch as he unbuckles his belt and slides his jeans down his hips.
"You're not wearing underwear, either," I murmur.
"Usually do, but I'm taking a cue from you." He lets out a chuckle.
I grin, but the smile dies on my lips when I see the silhouette of his cock. It's massive.
"How are you going to fit inside me?" I whisper.
"I was thinking about that earlier since you're so goddamn tight. I need to first get you nice and wet. Open your legs."
I do, and he goes right for my pussy, licking and lapping until I'm soaked. "Please make me come now." I tug at his hair.
He moves up my body, kissing me with that wet mouth. "Not just yet, baby girl."
Now he's on top of me, hot and hard. His body is exquisite, and I open my legs even wider for him.
He takes his cock in hand and guides it to my entrance. "Take a deep breath."
I do.
He puts just the tip in and groans. Actually groans out loud, which is the sexiest sound I've heard, well, ever.
"Yesss," I hiss.
And then he pushes into me. I welcome him into my body, and just like that, I'm filled with him. His cock is hard as an iron rod. There's a sharp pain, but it's so perfect. So satisfying.
"Take a deep breath," he murmurs, moving even deeper into me.
I do, then exhale into his shoulder.
"Does it hurt?" He stills inside of me.
"A little, but it feels..." my voice fades as he withdraws slowly.
"It feels what, Sienna?" His tone is rough, as if he's barely holding on to sanity.
"So amazing."
He slides back inside me. "It does feel amazing. Fuck. You feel so good and tight."
It's been five years for him. Somehow that detail makes what we're doing all the more emotional. All the more raw and tender.
Taking my wrists in his hands, he pins my arms above my head and grinds into me slowly, gently even. We're both sweating now and I'm feeling the most delicious friction against my clit, all while the hint of pain fills me.
I'm doing this for money. I'm doing this to write a book. I'm doing this because he's the most intriguing, brilliant, beautiful man I'll ever meet.
I'm doing this because I love every fucking moment.
"Sienna, you're making me lose control. I'm going to come in your tight pussy so hard right now." He swears again and I feel his cock pulsing inside me. He groans, a long, low, primal sound.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to last longer." He's panting, and I raise my head to kiss him.
"Don't be sorry. I loved it."
"But you didn't come yet." He slides his half-hard cock out of me.
"I came twice today, already, remember?"
He sits up, the heel of his hand at my still-throbbing clit. "That needs to be three times."
And then he lowers himself to his belly and licks me right where his cock had been. He laps all of my juices, and probably some of his, and I feel so filthy and turned on that it doesn't take me long to orgasm against his lips.
I come so hard I see stars, almost pass out, and then float back onto the plush bed, exhausted.
At some point, Tristan picks me up and carries me into his room, and we sleep in each other's arms.
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