Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Throwing my head back, I moved on top of Sean while he held me and watched me and said words like “fuck” and “please” and “Shayla, God, Shayla.” I sped up when he grabbed my breast. I slowed down when his noises grew indecent, because I didn’t want this to end, ever. I wanted this man inside me and touching me and begging me to fuck him until I stopped breathing.
“Yes, yes,” I cried.
Sean shot up, slid his hand through my hair, and kissed me hard, drawing my tongue inside his mouth. He sucked on my lip. He bit it. He groaned against my cheek and then his voice was in my ear.
“A fuckin’ year,” he growled. “Wanted you. Needed you.”
Oh, God.
I whimpered, head hitting his shoulder, and held onto his neck. I felt his grip on my hip move and tighten.
He took over.
Sean grinded me down. Harder than I’d been doing. Faster than I could go on my own. He built it in me until I gasped and dug my fingers into his skin, and then he flipped me so my back was on the cold wood.
He crawled between my legs, slid his hands against my own, interlocking our fingers above me, and holy shit, we were holding hands for the first time and it was everything I dreamed it would be. Then he pushed inside again, driving deep.
“Sean!” I cried out, my body squeezing around him. I shuddered in pleasure. “Oh, God, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
Sean released my hands to lean back and watch me come, his hair falling out of the tie at the base of his skull, his lips parted, his eyes moving all over my face. He stared at me in wonder. He stared at me how I knew I stared at him, not just now but all the time. Then he buried his face in my neck and fucked me against the floor, pumping faster, harder. He grunted into my skin and kept his hand beneath my head so he wouldn’t hurt me. He fucked like a man who’d been waiting his entire life to do it. It was frenzied and nearly violent. Then he sat back, grabbed my hips, and yanked me toward him so he sank deep.
Thrusting in quick jerks, Sean stared at my body, staying quiet except for those sexy, impatient noises he’d make while looking between my clit and my breasts. He grew close—the muscles in his arms and abs flexing. His breaths became ragged.
“Sean.”
He watched my mouth when I told him, “Come inside me.”
His eyes flashed.
I bit my lip and moaned, reaching out so I could touch him. I held his hands on my body. I never wanted them to move.
He jerked wildly now, his fingers digging into my hips and his nostrils flaring as his orgasm took hold.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Ah, fuck fuck! Shayla…Shayla.”
I watched him bare his teeth and the cords in his neck bulge as he finished deep inside me. His body sagged, then he shifted back to pull out his dick. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked down between us. He was panting.
I pushed up to my elbows and stared, getting a good look at Sean for the first time.
His cock was long, thick, wet from us both, and uncut. I watched him with fascination. I knew nothing about uncircumcised penises, but I suddenly wanted to become an expert on the subject. The urge to touch him there and explore him was overwhelming. He was sexy as fuck.
But first…
I sat up and shifted to my knees in front of Sean, taking his face in my hands and forcing him to look at me.
“Talk to me,” I said, feeling the severity of this moment at the same time as reality hit hard.
Sean and I just had sex.
Without a condom.
And he came inside me.
Which I totally told him to do.
Sean caught his breath, stared deep into my eyes, and shook his head, sharp and quick. Then just as my heart began to sink and worry filled me, he slid his arms between us, held my face, and kissed me.
Slow.
Soft.
Sweet.
Oh, God. This kiss might’ve trumped the one outside.
Or at least tied it. His lips owned me.
I made little noises of pleasure against his mouth. I held on to his forearms for dear life. I feared I would float away.
Sean kissed me like that for minutes. It was beautiful and everything I’d been hoping for since I started dreaming about kissing him. Then he kissed my cheeks and my forehead. He pressed his lips all over my face, to my closed eyes and the tip of my nose.
I smiled against the tickle of his beard and giggled when he rubbed it into my face.
Then he pulled me against his chest and kissed my hair.
“Sean?” I whispered.