Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I tore my lips away and dug my phone from my pocket. I’d told our driver to wait on us near the park, so I shot off a quick text with our location. Kinsley was still leaning against the wall, her breaths coming out in quick pants. I seized her hand and practically dragged her out to the street. The car pulled up a minute later, and I sighed in relief as we hurriedly climbed inside. I told the driver to take us back to the hotel, then pressed the button to close the privacy window.
I turned to Kinsley, intending to reach for her, but she’d already scooted close and thrown a leg over mine so she could straddle my lap.
“I’ve been dying to do this all day,” I grunted as I yanked her shirt down. She was wearing a pretty lace bra that matched her blouse, and since it was strapless, I was able to push it right down as well.
“Oh! Sullivan!” she cried out as I latched onto one of her nipples and sucked deeply.
Letting it go with a pop, I whispered, “I can’t get enough of your taste. I want to bury my face in your pussy and eat my fill, but right now I need to be inside you too much.”
We both fumbled with her buttons and zipper, then pulled her pants down but only took the time to get them off of one leg. She settled on top of me again and ground her lace-covered pussy down on my throbbing erection.
“Fuck!” My hips thrust up, and the heat of her center nearly made me come. I didn’t have any patience left, so I fisted her panties and tore them away. She had worked my khakis open and removed my cock. Her hand squeezed and pumped a few times, and a ragged moan tore from my chest.
She let go and grabbed onto my shoulders as she lifted up. I lined up my cock with her soaked pussy and then clutched her hips and slammed her down until I was buried balls-deep inside her.
“Yes!” she screamed as she threw her head back.
“Ride me, Kinsley. Fucking hard, baby,” I demanded as I began to pump up and down. She rose and dropped on my dick over and over, speeding up and using my shoulders as leverage. She was so wet, she should have slid easily in and out of place, but her tight pussy was clenching around me, holding me in. My cock dragged along her walls with every movement, and I could feel myself getting close.
I devoured her nipples as her tits bounced in front of my face before silencing her cries of ecstasy with another hot, wet kiss. When I felt the telltale ripples of her orgasm approaching, I reached between us and pinched her swollen clit.
She stiffened for a half second, then screamed my name as she came long and hard.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I shouted, coming right behind her. She was clamping down on my dick, milking it, making me come so hard spots danced in front of my eyes.
Chapter Six
KINSLEY
It was only three short weeks after I’d walked down the aisle with Sullivan, and I already found myself struggling with feelings for him. Not that I was completely to blame; he’d been the first one to change things up between us while we were in Australia for what was supposed to have been a working “honeymoon.” He’d stuck to his rule of work being his top priority during our first week there, but after we’d spent an incredible day sightseeing together he’d surprised me by squeezing me into his busy schedule several more times. We’d hit all the popular spots, each outing better than the last, and every single one followed by an insanely hot round of sex.
So much sex that I wasn’t sure if my exhaustion was because of jet lag or if it was due to all the extra exercise I’d been getting in bed. Even with how much I was looking forward to accompanying Sullivan to a charity event the night after we returned home, I was worried I might fall asleep in my meal. Then again, I could probably depend on the chemistry that burned between us to keep me on my toes, since I was always hyperaware of him.
The fire between us hadn’t died down at all since we’d returned home, but I’d barely seen Sullivan since he’d spent all of today in the office. It was almost more than I could do to stop myself from ripping his tuxedo from his body, even though we were surrounded by hundreds of people. When he set his hand on my lower back as we moved towards our table, a jolt of awareness moved through me. His fingers flexed against the silky material of my dress, and I glanced up at him, almost stumbling when I saw the blaze of heat in his hazel eyes.