Total pages in book: 198
Estimated words: 186242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 931(@200wpm)___ 745(@250wpm)___ 621(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 931(@200wpm)___ 745(@250wpm)___ 621(@300wpm)
It had been so long. We had taken our time. Built this up.
Because he sure wasn’t indifferent at all as he groaned while I pressed against him as his mouth gave a hard suck at a spot between my neck and collarbone that had me whimpering. Rhodes leaned away for a moment, his throat bobbing, his breath heavy, that gaze moving from my face down to my breasts, held up by the green balconet bra I’d thrown on that pushed my breasts up to the top. The underwire sucked, but I’d never been gladder to have put that specific bra on in that moment until then.
“Jesus,” he whispered. “Take it off.” His throat bobbed. “Please.”
“You got it,” I whispered back, letting go of all his soft skin to reach back and pluck at the hooks, shimmying my shoulders to let the bra drop between our bodies.
I was ready, I was so fucking ready.
And I was pretty sure he groaned “fuck” under his breath a split second before his hands were at my waist, and he was lifting me up just a little off his lap at the same time his mouth dove down and those pink, wonderful lips sucked a nipple between them.
I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth before he gave it another suck and moved over, suckling at that nipple too, hard and then softly, two hard pulls and then one gentle one. Not wanting to break our contact but wanting to see him too, I grabbed at the bottom of his sweater and pulled it over his head.
He was just as beautiful as I remembered from the times I’d perved on him through the window. His stomach was flat and hard with muscle, his skin tight and covered with a V-shape of light hair across his pecs and down to his navel. I wanted to lick him right there, but instead, I ran my hands over his chest, over his shoulders, lowering myself back down onto his lap so that I could settle on top of him again. On top of his dick.
His mouth met mine at the same time my breasts brushed his chest, and I swore my nipples got even harder when they grazed the hair on his pecs. I touched him everywhere, and he touched me everywhere. And at some point, my hands went to the snap of his jeans and the zipper, and his snuck under the layer of my leggings and underwear, grabbing a handful of my bare ass and squeezing it, pulling me in even closer to his erection.
Sneaking my hand down into his underwear, my fingertips brushed hair there. The wide, hard base. The smooth, smooth skin covering it all, and he grunted, his laugh unexpected and rough. “Not too much of that.”
I kissed the line of his jaw, the tip of his chin, and gave him a squeeze anyway.
He pulled out one of the hands he had inside my underwear and cupped my breast with it, taking its weight. “How am I so goddamn lucky?” he groaned. “How can you feel this good already?” His mouth gave my neck a soft kiss that had me shivering.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” I told him, stroking both hands up and down his spine, nipping at his chin in a way that had his hips rolling straight against the seam of my body. “You don’t even know how many times I’ve made myself come thinking about you sucking on my nipples.”
He groaned, broken and loud.
“Or just pushing deep, deep in me.”
He panted as I circled my hips into his.
“And pictured you coming in me, every inch of you stuffing me full.”
He growled.
Those big hands went to my butt, and then we were up and he was dropping me in the middle of his bed. He yanked my leggings off and threw them over his shoulder before sneaking his fingers beneath my undies and pulling those right off too.
I smiled at him, arching my back and reaching for his jeans when he crawled over me. I kept on smiling at him as I pushed his pants down over his butt, copping a handful on the way back up, and then doing it again, but this time under his boxers, stroking once, twice.
He groaned deep at the touch, then groaned even deeper when I wrapped my hand around him too.
I wasn’t sure who was more surprised, him or me.
Because I looked down at what I had my fingers on. I’d only gotten to touch the base of him. I hadn’t gotten . . . the whole thing.
His laugh was husky as he dipped down and kissed me before saying, “I’ve thought about this every night too.”
It was my turn to gulp as I risked a glance down at the thick cock I was holding.