Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
On making her feel the need and the out of control feeling that she was making me feel.
“I don’t know how you do this,” she breathed. “I don’t know how you make me feel so giddy. So excited. So…”
Her breath caught on the last words, and I used the moment of quiet to press my mouth down onto hers and grind my hips down into hers.
The jeans had to go.
Yanking myself away, I roughly unbuttoned her jeans, my entire body freezing at the way her buttons went pop-pop-pop-pop so easily.
“Jesus Christ,” I said at her button fly. “That was beautiful.”
She snickered. “Button fly jeans are the best.”
They were.
I couldn’t wait for her to wear them again so I could do it more.
But since I had other things to focus on right then, I stripped them off of her legs. Seconds later, her panties followed, until she was completely bare from the waist down.
And the flimsy little tank top she was wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Her nipples were hard points begging me to play with them as I returned to between her legs.
Running the backs of my knuckles over the seam between her leg, I groaned when I found her completely drenched.
“You want me?” I asked, doing it all over again.
Her body jolted when one knuckle came into contact with her clit.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I’ve wanted you all night long. Less playing, more doing.”
I would’ve normally taken my time. Done the good guy thing and given her an orgasm or two before taking my own.
But she was right.
I had wanted her all night, too.
Seeing her for the last couple of hours while she worked, teasing me with every little thing that she did?
I was broken.
Lost.
And I would only be found again when I was finally able to come inside of her.
The moment my jeans were lowered enough for my cock to burst free, I was positioning myself at her entrance.
“Adam, please.”
Those words coming off of her lips? It had the power to bring me to my knees.
“Goddamn,” I growled, curling my body over hers as I started to penetrate her entrance.
She keened and spread her legs wider, asking for more and more until I was fully seated to the hilt.
She gasped, shaking, and writhed underneath of me, trying to make herself take more of me.
“Relax,” I growled.
She stopped moving underneath of me, her hips bucking slightly, and growled at me. “I can’t relax, Adam. You’re really big. I’m kind of small. And I want you to MOVE!”
I licked her collarbone, grinning as I did.
“You’re not funny,” she insisted.
Then, in a move I’d only ever seen done by a man, she hooked her leg up high over my hip. Seconds later, she had me flat on my back and her head was thrown back as she started to ride me.
And damn sure not slowly, either.
She pulled all the way up only to slam hard back down. Over and over again she did this, and I allowed her to have control because I was loving the way she looked riding me in nothing but my baseball cap.
Her long black hair was hanging down the length of her front, the long strands hiding her nipples and breasts from my view. But every once in a while, she would move just right, and I would get a peek at the juicy nipples.
“Fuck,” I growled, lifting my knees up and giving me the leverage I needed to start fucking her back. “You feel so good.”
She always felt good.
That was the problem.
I always wanted to take my time with her. But then I’d temporarily lose my mind and things would happen. Things like my coming way too soon.
My hands went to her waist as I started to pull her down, harder and faster than she was capable of on her own.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she breathed.
Her nails dug into my chest, right above my nipples, and then she was clamping down on me so hard that I couldn’t stop the curses from slipping past my lips.
“Fuck!”
Apparently, that was the only word my brain could process when I was inside of Amelia bare.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her hips coming to a standstill.
My eyes crossed as I urged her to keep moving.
My balls drew up, my belly tightened, and then I was coming right along with her.
It was only when she collapsed onto my chest, her hair going into my mouth, that I realized we’d just had sex on the dirty entranceway floor.
Next to where I threw my shoes off the moment I entered the house. Oh, and there was someone watching us.
King sat a few feet away from my head, panting lightly, staring at the two of us.
Amelia flipped her head over on my chest to stare right along with me.
“We didn’t traumatize her, did we?” she breathed.