Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Both hands snagged my jeans, easing them down my hips, thighs, knees, calves, helping me step out of the cuffs, leaving me in nothing but simple black panties, something I might have tried to make pretty had I known tonight would be the night we finally gave in, finally stopped fighting what was between us.
His hand moved up my ankle, calf, thigh, making the muscles there shiver in anticipation before his finger suddenly shifted inward, stroking between my slick folds through the material of my panties, making my hips slam back on the door, sure my legs were going to give out at the stab of desire that shot through my core.
Stab.
That was the only way to describe it - sharp and violent.
"Soaked," he rumbled, his forehead slamming into my hip, his back and chest shaking as he took a deep, steadying breath, seeking control he was quickly losing.
I knew the feeling too well.
Even as my hands tried to grab his tee, tried to expose some of his flesh to mine, to feel the warmth, the strength against me, his head shifted, his lips sucking my clit through my panties, making a moan break free from somewhere deep inside
"Oh my God," I gasped, hands slamming on his shoulders, not sure if my legs were going to be able to hold me up as his hand yanked my panties to the side, his greedy tongue sliding up my pussy to work fast, relentless circles around my swollen clit, making the orgasm build with a startling speed and intensity, a coiled spring deep inside.
I hadn't even been able to draw a breath as he worked me with precision, seeming to sense the inevitable even before I did, two fingers sinking inside me, turning, raking across my top wall at just the right moment, dragging a screaming orgasm from deep within me, a climax that made me fold forward over him, his head pressing into my belly as I held on, riding the waves as I held onto him for stability.
"Been fuckin' dreamin' of that sound for months," he declared, easing me back, pressing me against the door, dragging my panties down to meet the rest of my discarded clothes on the floor, bringing stark contrast to us.
Me, completely bared to him.
Him, still fully dressed.
Inexplicably, the moment felt all the more intense for it, more erotic, more... well... everything.
"Fuckin' beautiful, Lou," he declared as his eyes moved over me, landing finally on my face. "And sweeter than I could ever imagine," he added, making my sex clench hard.
At a loss for the right words, not sure if they existed in that moment, my hands moved down, pulling him back up to his feet, my hands slipping under his shirt, dragging it up with greedy fingers, needing more of him, all of him, needing to show him some of the pleasure he had shown me, the need to satisfy someone else never as intense as it was in that moment.
He stood there, allowing me to discard his shirt, running my fingers down his body, fascinated by the way his muscles contracted at the contact.
My hands found his button and zip, working them, then pulling his jeans down his hips, something that filled my system with anticipation.
I could feel his gaze on me, but couldn't bring myself to look away from the skin that was being exposed.
Because Adler was a commando kind of guy.
I'd learned that back in a hotel room in AC. But I had only gotten an eyeful of his ass. While that was a lovely sight, this full-frontal view was creating chaos in my body, my sex clenching painfully at the idea of his cock, as impressive at it had felt when I ground against it weeks before.
A whimper escaped me, my head slamming into his shoulder as I took a shaky breath.
"That's a sound a man likes to hear when a woman sees his cock for the first time," he rumbled, sounding a mix of amused and turned-on.
Finding control I didn't think I could in the moment, I slowly lowered myself down before him, hand closing around the base of his cock, holding it as I leaned forward, took him into my mouth, hearing and feeling the hiss of his breath as I started working him - slow and precise at first, then harder, faster, taking him deeper, spurred on as his hands moved - one sinking into my hair, tugging slightly, the other bruising into my shoulder as my mouth filled with the taste of him.
"Fuck," he growled, using his hand to curl deeper into my hair near the roots, yanking backward, watching with intense eyes as his cock slowly slid out of my mouth, ending with a small pop as I sucked him harder at the head.
He folded forward, claiming my lips for a searing moment while his hand dug in his discarded jean pocket. I heard fumbling then the thump of his wallet hitting the ground after he found what he was after.