Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He stares at me, and then in a low voice, he growls, “I can fix that for you.”
I blink. “We hate each other.”
“Hate sex is fuckin’ wild.”
I shake my head. “I can’t have sex with you, it would just go against everything I’m trying to do here. Nope. Can’t do it. Although I want to, I really, really want to ...”
He steps forward.
I press my back against the tree.
“It would take minutes,” he growls, “I’d stick my cock in you, fuck you against this tree until you’re screaming, and then I’d walk away as if nothing happened and we can go on tomorrow as if we never had tonight.”
God.
So tempting. Especially when he walks like that.
And when he steps up close.
I can smell him.
I want to taste him.
Feel him.
“I can’t,” I whisper when he leans in close, one hand on the tree behind me. “I would hate myself in the morning.”
“Very well,” he murmurs.
He starts lowering to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t take the pressure away.”
What.
No.
Oh, god.
Yes.
He lifts my skirt up, and my knees shake as he uses his finger to hook my panties and pull them to the side, and then his mouth is on me. I whimper, and I wish I had it in me to stop him, but I really don’t. The moment his tongue swipes through my folds and rubs against my clit, I’m gone. I can’t control the moans of pleasure, or the way my fingers tangle into his hair.
He’s skilled.
His tongue is incredible.
He licks me like he’s licked a thousand pussies. Hell, he probably has. The man has talent and, as he devours me, it takes everything for me not to shove his head away and lower myself onto his cock. The ache inside me is so intense and building so rapidly, I can barely think straight. When he slips his fingers inside me, pressing against that swollen, hard spot, I know I’m going to lose it.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
God help me. I’m going to scream this place down.
When my orgasm finds me and his teeth start doing dangerous things to my clit, I release that scream. I clutch his hair, my knees shake, and my cries echo through the night as the world’s best orgasm rips through my body. A pressure builds and builds and something happens that has never happened to me in my entire life ... I squirt.
I didn’t even know it was possible. I didn’t know this kind of pleasure was possible. I can’t stop it, and the feeling that comes in with it makes my screams even more intense. I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed ... Not yet anyway. The second it’s all over and my knees have stopped shaking and my vagina has stopped doing whatever the hell it just did, well ... then the shame hits.
I look down at him.
He looks up at me.
I shove my hands over my face and cry out loudly, “Oh, god, I’m so sorry.”
He stands, releasing my hips. I didn’t even feel his hands there. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his shirt, and uses it to clean up.
I stand there, utterly mortified.
How awful. How disgusting.
He steps forward, his hands go to my face, and then he leans in and he kisses me. He kisses me with a ferocity that has my legs going to jelly. His tongue is wild and dangerous, and it tastes just like me, and I can smell myself on him, yet I’m not turned off. I’m turned on, god am I turned on. Especially when his tongue tangles with mine and his lips wipe out any shame left in my body.
When he pulls back, I’m panting.
“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever had happen to me,” he murmurs.
Then, with that, he turns and walks off, jacket swinging in his hand by his side, bare back on display, an ass that I can’t tear my eyes from.
What the hell just happened?
Am I dreaming?
I’m not sure, but whatever the case ... I just toyed with the enemy.
And I loved it.
“WAIT, YOU SQUIRTED?” Ramona squeals, throwing herself onto my bed when we get home after I rushed out of there without showing my face inside again.
“Yes,” I cringe, pressing my hands over my face.
I just told her the entire story.
“That is incredible! Has that ever happened before? What was it like? God, men go crazy for that shit.”
“It was weird,” I say, peeking through my fingers. “I didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. One minute, I feel this pressure building and then I’m orgasming and I can feel it happening but I can’t stop it.”
“And you didn’t fuck him after that? Honey, if he can do that with his mouth, imagine what he could do with his cock?”