Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Now, Ashley, it’s your move.”
Would it be so hard to close the distance between us? To fling the board to one side and have my way with him? I wanted to. My hands itched for me to be forward, to feel him inside me. To have his hands all over me, but at the last minute, I took the cowardly way out.
“I’m going to go make us another drink.” I grabbed my glass.
Earl had settled for scotch. The smell made me feel sick, and there was no way I intended to drink anytime soon.
At the teapot, I filled it with water and placed it on the stove, turning the gas on to heat it. I gripped my neck, tilting my head left and right.
I was fine. I didn’t need him. Sex was just an action. I was completely … fine. I lost count of how many times I thought about how fine I was, especially as I was the furthest thing from fine.
I was horny.
Why didn’t they warn you about this in the science books?
I’d been aroused. A dirty film. Porn. I’d had moments, but nothing like this.
Earl and I had sex all the time. I shouldn’t want it again. Just this morning, he’d woken me up to kisses down the spine. Then he’d turned me over and brought me to an orgasm before taking one of his own.
His cock was always ready to take what he wanted.
Earl cupped my hips, drawing me back. “Is it so hard for you to take what you want?” he asked, brushing his lips across my neck.
My nipples got even more painful. My body betrayed me while I tried to stay in complete control. I attempted to monitor my breaths, nothing.
All I cared about was his rock-hard cock filling me. Fucking me. Taking me.
“I’m not going to give you what you want until you ask me for it.” His teeth bit down into my neck, and I moaned.
One of his hands went to my breast, cupping the mound. His palm skimmed across my breast. Just enough of a press to make me ache for more.
His touch set me on fire, and I was more than willing to burn.
Earl pulled away. His touch left me panting for more, but he refused.
I turned toward him, and he smiled at me. “What’s it going to be, Ashley?”
Ignoring was one of my choices, but it also wasn’t an option. I was tired of being stubborn. Of fighting what I truly wanted.
Even as I felt embarrassed, I closed the distance between us. I cupped his face and just stared. I didn’t press my body against him. I waited. Time seemed to stand still for me, but I knew it was ticking, waiting for me to make a choice.
Did I cross this boundary or leave it to him?
I was tired of waiting.
Without another thought, I slammed my lips down on his, pressing my body flush against him, crying out as I felt his hard length against my stomach. So good.
His hands went to my hips, sliding down to my ass, and the other worked up into my hair.
I went for his shirt, tugging it off and throwing it across the room. Next, I went to the sweatpants he wore.
It was late, and he’d surprised me by wanting to play a game of chess and being in loungewear. At times, the man had the ability to surprise me.
He helped to kick them off but not before taking the negligee I wore.
“You’ve got me naked, Ashley. What are you going to do with me?”
Gripping his shoulders, I marched him back, going toward the sitting room. I pushed him down into his seat and followed him down, straddling his waist. The hard length of his cock pressed against my core, and I moaned as he seemed to bump against my clit.
His hands on my ass rocked me against him. Sinking my fingers into his hair, I kissed him, biting down onto his bottom lip. He opened up, and I plunged my tongue into his mouth. His nails sank into the flesh of my ass, and I relished the bite of pain.
The rush of pleasure took me by surprise.
I let go of his face and reached between us. My hands shook, but passion took over. I moved over him, and with his help, I got him to my entrance, and I sat down, taking him all the way inside me.
Tilting my head back, I released another moan and Earl took one of my nipples into my mouth. His hands moved down my body, then back up. He cupped my tits, pressing them together, his thumbs moving back and forth over the buds.
Rocking up and down his length, I fucked myself on his dick.
Earl grabbed my hips and showed me exactly what to do. He sped up my strokes, making me go harder as I claimed him.