Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
His hands tightened on my hips, pushing me up this time instead of pulling me down.
I groaned and tried to stop him from pulling out, but his manly muscles kept my puny girl muscles from overpowering him.
“What are you doing?” I whined.
“I’m trying to make sure you can take more of me,” he said. “And to do that, I need to get my cock wet so I can slide deep inside of you.”
I licked my lips, feeling wanton and a little wild for doing this in the middle of a deserted drive in the middle of freakin’ nowhere.
The idea of getting caught was turning me on even more.
And the fact that it was Hayes, a good cop who likely had never done anything like this before, only made it all the better.
Just as I had that thought, he started to slide me back down again on his cock. This time getting even deeper than the time before.
“Aw, hell,” he growled. “You’re tight.”
I wasn’t tight.
Or, maybe I was tight, and he was just that big.
Whatever the reason, this felt like something I never imagined that it could.
Sex had never been bad for me per se, but it’d never felt like this.
Like I would die if he didn’t get all the way inside of me.
We worked like this for a while, pushing and pulling. Until finally he was in me as far as he could go, and my ass was resting on the top of his hard thighs.
I panted, feeling so full that I might burst.
“God,” I breathed. “Why does it feel like this?”
“Like what?” he rumbled, pulling one of his hands off of my thighs and running it down the length of my spine. “Like if I pulled out, you might cry?”
I laughed, causing him to hiss in a breath. “Don’t.”
I squeezed him again, and the hand that was running down my spine clutched onto my ass and dug into the meat.
“Don’t,” he pleaded this time. “I’m barely hanging on.”
“Is that why we’re not moving?” I asked, squirming on his lap.
He bent forward and gathered me to him, his chest pressing into my bare back as his hands moved around to cup my breasts.
“That’s exactly why,” he said. “I don’t want to embarrass myself. I haven’t done this since…” he hesitated. “Since the chick at the grocery store.”
I blinked, turning my head to run my lips over his cheek.
“That’s not a bad thing,” I found myself saying. “But it’s been a while for me, too. So if you wanted to move, and happened to come early, I know that I would be following right behind you.”
He did start moving then, taking me at my word. His hands stayed on my breasts as he helped me move up and down.
His fingers on my nipples, and the way his cock dragged deliciously against a bundle of nerves inside of me, was enough to have my entire being soaring straight toward orgasm.
I’d never come with a man before without touching my clit.
But I knew without a doubt that today would be the first time ever that I did.
I could feel myself building. It was something that felt so incredibly startling that at first I was unsure of what it was that I was feeling.
I mean, I’d had orgasms before. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what it would feel like from penetration only.
It felt deeper somehow. More visceral. As if I was gathering the feeling from somewhere deep inside, readying for it to blow me away into tiny little pieces that I might never be able to put back together again.
Things went fast after that, and I wasn’t altogether sure how in the hell it came to be, but suddenly I was coming, and slamming myself down onto his cock using the steering wheel as leverage.
At one point my elbow must’ve slipped and anchored itself into the horn, because when I finally came to, breathing ragged, it was to find Hayes panting against my neck, body tensing as he lifted me up and down. And the horn blaring.
I lifted my elbow up slightly, quieting the horn.
And Hayes started to chuckle against my neck.
“Holy shit.”
Holy shit was right.
Though, even those two words weren’t good enough for what had just happened.
Holy experience, maybe. Holy when can I do that again, more likely.
The last slide of his cock was deliciously bittersweet as he slid out of me, and I moaned at his exit.
“Fuck, I wish we could do it all over again. But I only have one condom,” he mumbled.
I agreed wholeheartedly. But, as the euphoria started to leave my veins, I started to feel incredibly tender between my legs.
So maybe it was a good thing.
He helped me up and off of his lap, slapping my ass lightly when I might’ve accidentally put it in his face as I crawled into my own seat.