Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
My hand is on the inside of Dove’s thigh, her light skin tone to my dark and work-roughened hand such a contradiction. “When we get down to the river, we’ll make sure to lather you with sunscreen,” I tell her as we come to a clearing, thankful as hell she grabbed that baseball cap of mine and secured it on her head, ponytail fed through the back of it. With her tank top, jean shorts, and slip-on shoes, it’s a damn good thing she didn’t choose a horse to ride out, or we’d be knocking on Knox and Blakely’s door for her to borrow some clothes.
“I put some on before I left my house, but I’ll reapply.” She lifts her feet up, on the dash, moves in closer to me, and swear to God, I can feel the heat coming from her pussy. See, when she lifted those shapely legs of hers up, my hand slid further down, and there is no way I’m moving it. Instead, she closes her legs, capturing my hand. My pinky traces the outline of her shorts, feeling the edge of her lace panties.
“That’s good. I’ll still be rubbing you down,” I push it further, thankful as hell we just made it to the edge of the water because the way Dove is tipping her head back, moaning my name, I won’t be able to keep my eyes on anything but her.
“Shit.” Her hips arch up. I put the side-by-side in Park, move her so she’s straddling my lap, and her hands loop around my neck, eyes soft and dreamy.
“You going to come around my fingers, Dove, show me how you get wild for me and only me?” I groan out. Her hands have knocked off my hat, fingers playing with my hair while my own are working her shorts open.
“God, please. I’ve dreamed about this so many times,” she admits. Her lips find my neck. It trips me up in my endeavor of feeling her cunt wrapped around my fingers.
“Fuck, sugar.” I tilt my head back, letting her latch on to my neck, knowing damn well she’ll leave a mark on me with the way she’s attacking me.
“Hmm,” she hums. My hand slides inside, feeling nothing but bare skin beneath the tips of my fingers.
“You’re trying to kill me.” Dove’s wetness is soaking me. She doesn’t stop moving her lips or grinding her hips, reaching for more.
“More, Trace, please.” Her soft coo has me wrenching her shorts down and her standing up. I watch as she steps out of her shorts, then Dove lifts off her shirt, and I’m not sure who’s seducing whom in this moment—me her or she me.
“Oh, I’m about to give you more, sugar. One day soon, I’m going to lay you down and taste every inch of this perfect fucking body.” My hands reach out to grab her hips, not giving two shits that the only thing she has on is a bra, I can work with that later. Right now, I have this deep-seated need to watch her come apart.
“Yes.” Her hands grip my shoulders, legs spread, giving me the perfect vision of her wet folds. I drag my thumb along the seam as Dove’s body grinds down, chasing after it.
“Oh, I’m gonna make your body sing, just you wait.” My lips attach to hers, drinking down her soft mewls as I sink two fingers inside her cunt. Dove’s body locks up, shivering, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my fingers as I move them in and out of her tightness.
“Trace!” She rips her lips off mine when my thumb glides over her clit, and if it weren’t for not thinking to bring a blanket, I’d have her spread out before me, and my mouth would be doing all the work that my fingers are.
“Come for me, Dove, show me how you fall apart with only my fingers inside you,” I demand, except this time, I flick the front clasp of her bra, tits bouncing out. My mouth is on her sweet nipple, licking and sucking on one before moving to the other, all while my fingers are thrusting in and out of her pussy.
“I’m coming.” My eyes look at the expression on her face. It’s one of rapture, one I’m going to commit to memory. I don’t stop what I’m doing to her. If anything, I keep pushing her further into her orgasm.
“No more, too much,” she mutters after her body relaxes from the onslaught of feelings it just went through. I reluctantly pull my fingers away, but I’m not letting this go to waste. Dove watches as I bring them to my mouth and lick every last drop of her wetness.
“God, Trace, I’m not sure if I’ll survive you.” I bring her closer to my body, wanting to soak up her presence.