Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
When a whimper escaped her, her eyes opened in surprise and she noticed him watching her closely as he continued to suck her nipples, one and the other. Again, no longer gentle. Now with intensity and determination.
But it was when his thumb began to manipulate her clit that she lost all control of her own body and handed it over to him.
She was literally putty in his hands. Soft and pliable as he worked her.
And, fuck, he knew how to work her.
Grabbing her hair, he used it to pull her head up, crashing their mouths together in a deep kiss as he continued to relentlessly fuck her with his long fingers, curling and uncurling. Teasing that spot deep inside her as well as her clit.
They shared her moan as the tension built and a fire roared at her center. Growing and burning hotter by the second.
Then like sparks caught in a breeze, her orgasm blew through her. Searing her skin and melting her bones. Turning her to liquid.
It took her breath away as well as any doubts or concerns. Right now, the future did not exist.
She was only in the moment, twitching with every tiny aftershock as his fingers continued to glide in and out of her slowly. His lips moved across hers a couple more times before disappearing.
The man was a master manipulator. But in a good way.
A few moments later, she inhaled deeply to slow her pounding heart, to bring herself fully back to awareness. Lifting her heavy eyelids, she met his steel-gray eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat at what she saw in them.
He wasn’t hiding shit right now. Was he even aware of that?
Instantly, it was gone. Tucked away. Maybe never to be seen again.
That caused a twinge in her heart… But she understood it.
He was a man with a past that would always affect his future. It tainted his outlook on life and relationships.
She almost fell off his lap when he scrambled for his wallet and a few seconds later held out a wrapped condom.
The second she took it, he wedged his hands between them to unfasten his belt and pull it free from the loops. He folded it in half and held it in front of her face. “Luckily you haven’t pushed me to the point of using this yet. If you think it stings when I use my hand…”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she warned him with a wink.
With a shake of his head, he tossed the belt aside before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
“Would it be easier if I got up?” She had no idea what exactly he had planned but she could guess what it involved in general.
“Sit up and straddle my thighs.”
His intent was becoming clearer.
He offered his hand to assist her and she took it. His fingers were warm and strong for the few seconds it took for her to get in the position he wanted her.
Even though she was straddling his lap, she hadn’t dropped her weight yet. Instead, she hovered by standing on her own two feet as he worked his jeans down his thighs only far enough so his cock sprung free.
The tip was shiny because it had to have been leaking precum like a damn fountain during his efforts of bringing her to orgasm.
She’d only seen a handful of cocks in her life, but if she had to rate them, Crew’s was toward the top of the list. He could be a cock model, if they existed the same as hand and foot models.
His sharp, “Condom,” had her pinning her lips together to keep from grinning like an idiot.
After ripping open the wrapper, she rolled the latex down his twitching length that made her think he was probably teetering on the edge.
If she wanted to climax a second time, she might have to do it with haste.
Setting his spread feet securely on the floor, he grabbed his cock, held it up and waited.
She continued to hover for a second. Until their eyes locked.
Both of them took one united breath. Then one more.
Their gazes continued to hold as she lowered herself, slowly sinking until his cock completely filled her. Until he couldn’t go any deeper.
Then she lifted her feet and dropped all her weight, drawing a gasp from her because he was so damn deep, it was almost uncomfortable.
His jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line and a vein protruded at his temple. His fingers dug into her hips to the point of pain.
He was battling the urge to come. His cock was a stick of dynamite about to explode.
“Do you need me to wait?”
“Give me a sec,” he forced through his tight lips.
She would do her best to give him that, but he wasn’t the only one fighting a battle. The urge to ride him relentlessly and recklessly until she came again was strong.