Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Not yet,” she whimpered.
“No, not yet.” He dug his fingers deeper into her trembling thighs. “This feels too damn good to rush it.”
“Yessss,” she hissed.
“Ride me slow. Make it last.”
His words did the exact opposite. The more he talked, the harder he became and the faster she rode him. He had no idea his own dirty talk would turn him on as much as her.
“I feel your sweet little pussy clenching around my cock.”
She followed each slam onto his cock by circling her hips, grinding her clit, and smashing her soft pussy lips into his tight as fuck balls.
He kept talking, mostly mindless, filthy encouragement. Whispering it against her heated skin, her lips and in her ear. Her movements became more and more frantic, turning the tub’s water into a tidal wave that surged over the sides.
Just when he thought she couldn’t take him any deeper, she proved him wrong.
“That’s it, baby, grind that sweet, hot, soaked cunt against me. Take every fucking inch of my cock. Take it all.”
“Yesss,” she hissed again. When she threw her head back, her mouth fell open and a loud shuddered breath filled the tight space between them.
While her eyes were closed, his were not. He didn’t want to miss one damn second. He wanted to see every physical reaction, every facial expression. Hear every moan, groan, whimper and sigh.
Even though she didn’t hold back or hide anything… it still wasn’t enough for him, despite her only using him as a convenient way to get off. His dick no more than a flesh dildo.
Should he be insulted about being used? Fuck no. He had no right to be. He’d done the same plenty of times in the past. Especially when he was younger and chased tail just for the thrill of catching it. And once caught, when he was done, he tossed it away.
Selfish actions had a way of circling back around. Kind of like karma.
He began to change his ways once he adopted Val and realized he wouldn’t want anyone treating her the same way.
Having a girl child was eye-opening.
Raising a future woman made him regret his past actions.
But he couldn’t erase his past, he could only strive to do better in the future.
At least when it came to Sloane using him, the benefit outweighed the offense.
So, yeah, he wasn’t going to bitch about her climbing onto his lap and fucking the shit out of him.
“Your pussy’s a hot, tight glove squeezing and stroking my cock.” No lie. “Goddamn heaven.” Also not a lie. “I’m going to rake my teeth over your nipples and you’re going to love every second of it, aren’t you?”
“Yes… please,” she groaned, lifting her head just as his dropped forward.
After capturing one wet nipple, he scraped his teeth over it, causing her to convulse against him. When she didn’t tell him to stop, when her grip tightened in his hair in encouragement, he didn’t hold back on the other one.
With a whimper, she buried his cock deep within her and ground against it by rocking back and forth.
Squeezing one breast tightly, he nipped at the other. Not enough to leave marks, but sharp enough to get her endorphins flowing.
But, fuck, he was going to lose his shit soon. Her reactions would send him over the edge sooner than later.
Just as he started to seriously worry, he felt it…
Thank fuck…
She jerked against him and cried out, every muscle locking solid as her pussy clamped around him and pulsed.
He gritted his teeth as he desperately waited for her orgasm to finish.
When the intense ripples faded away and she was no longer frantically racing to the finish line, she began to move again. Slower and more sensually. Waiting for him to come.
No surprise, she didn’t have to wait long.
Digging his fingers into her round hips and with his heart knocking against his chest, he drove his hips up one last time and sprinted over the finish line.
His orgasm as intense as hers.
Damn. Right there and then, he decided Sloane could wring his balls dry every fucking night and not one damn complaint would pass his lips.
It wasn’t rocket science.
He groaned.
“I’ll get off you,” she murmured.
“That’s not why I groaned.” But he certainly wasn’t going to tell the woman that the words of an asshole biker were now permanently embedded in his gray matter.
“Well… It’s late. I need to get some sleep, or I won’t be able to function tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” He held the full condom securely to his dick with one hand so it wouldn’t slide off and spill into the water. He used the other to steady her as she slipped off his lap. “Careful.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Despite having her hair gathered on the top of her head, wet strands framed her face. As he reached out to touch her, she made her way toward the tub’s steps.