Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
We separate slightly, both of us panting. Easton’s forehead rests against mine, and his eyes meet my own. “Let me take you to dinner.”
I’m already shaking my head before he can finish his sentence. He can’t become a distraction. I have too much on the line. I don’t do dating or boyfriends or commitment. I do school and work and Kendall. But then he presses a soft kiss to my mouth and my lady parts nearly light on fire.
“I can’t do dinner, but if you’re looking to fuck, I can do that,” I blurt out, flinching at how crass I sound. But in my defense, he’s hot and I’m horny…and it’s been a long-ass time. Plus, he’s not trying to pick me up at the club and I’ll never see him again after today.
A drop of liquid lands on my cheek, and then another one on my forehead. And when I glance up, I see the sky has opened up above us. Easton looks up as well, his lashes now darker and thicker from the raindrops that are soaking them.
The rain continues to come down, but neither of us moves.
“Have dinner with me,” he says again, his eyes pleading for me to say yes.
“I can’t,” I repeat, as the rain strengthens and a boom of thunder makes its appearance.
“We better get out of the rain,” Rita yells. “It came sooner than I expected.”
Her words remind me where we are: in the park, in the rain, being photographed.
I scramble off Easton and run over to grab my bag since it’s housing my very expensive laptop, and look around for where I can find shelter. He sidles up next to me, grabs my hand, and pulls me across the park as the rain pelts us from above. We keep running, until we end up in front of a building. Easton guides us inside, where it’s dry, and then his lips crash against mine, his skillful mouth devouring my own.
“I want you,” I murmur, fully aware I’ve lost my mind and am now begging a stranger, who I’ve known for mere minutes, to have sex with me.
Without argument, he lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the elevator. Our kiss never breaks. Not when we enter the elevator, nor when he walks us to a door and, with a press of a button, opens it. Our kiss doesn’t break when he lays me on the bed and I drop my bag onto the floor.
In the back of my mind, I’m aware we’re in a hotel room, obviously belonging to him, but I pay it no attention, only focusing on how good he tastes. We kiss for several minutes, until he breaks the kiss and his shirt comes off, exposing his chiseled chest and defined abs. I sit up and drag my fingers down each of the hard ridges, until I get to his waistband.
Easton lifts my shirt over my head and his mouth dips to the top of my bra, peppering kisses along the swells of my breasts. He pushes my chest down, so I’m lying flat on my back, and then continues working his way over the material of my bra, stopping briefly to suck on a nipple through the lace. He runs his tongue down my belly and, once my pants are off, kisses each of my hipbones before removing my panties.
He spreads my thighs and parts my folds and then goes to town, eating me out. Needing to touch him in some way, I pull his beanie off his head and delve my fingers through his inky hair. His mouth works me over, until I’m screaming out my much-needed release, my eyes closing in pleasure as white dots flash behind my lids.
I haven’t come down from my high, when Easton’s mouth is back on mine. I can taste myself on him and it’s an aphrodisiac. I pull his pants down and wrap my legs around his backside, tugging him toward me. With his mouth fucking my own, his thick length enters me hard and deep, filling me up in the most delicious way. His hands land on either side of my head, and my fingers wrap around his corded biceps.
“Fuck me hard,” I beg. He obliges, thrusting his hips forward and sinking inside me before he pulls back slightly, only to do it all over again. He picks up his pace, his dick rubbing my insides in the best way possible, as he fucks me with complete abandon.
All too quickly, my second orgasm rips through me, and as I’m coming down, mentally noting how good he feels, it hits me… “Shit! Pull out!” His eyes go wide, and he jerks back. His dick springs at attention and ropes of cum shoot out across my belly.
“I’m so sorry,” he breathes. “I’ve never gone without a condom…”