Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
He doesn’t hesitate, gently rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and with my head tipped back, he draws me back in and brings his lips down on the sensitive skin of my neck. I open up for him, wanting to feel it all, and I grip the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head.
His body is perfect, so tall, sculpted, and strong. He’s every woman’s version of a wet dream, and I need to have him.
My hands fall to his belt, and he wastes no time stripping me of my jeans. I slip my shoes off and before I know it, Tanner is lifting me on top of him. He seats me down on his thighs, the position pushing my legs wide and exposing my most intimate parts.
His arm bands around my waist, holding me up and feeling my nervous energy beginning to creep back in, he kisses me again. And like butter, I melt.
I pull his cock free from the confines of his pants and my fist barely fits around him, but I’m up for the challenge. My fist moves up and down his thick cock, my thumb roaming over his tip and feeling the smooth bead of moisture. Hunger surges through me, and without thinking, I meet his heated stare and lift my thumb to my mouth.
Opening wide, I suck my thumb clean and his eyes blaze like molten lava. “Fucking hell,” he murmurs. “And here I was wondering just how innocent you were.”
Tanner’s fingers brush against my clit, and I gasp, his touch sending a shot of electricity coursing through my veins. “There’s not an innocent thing about me.” And as if to drive my point home, he lowers his hand, his thumb remaining on my clit as he applies just a hint of pressure and pushes two thick fingers inside me, curling them at just the right time.
He draws them back and my grip tightens on his cock, needing him inside of me. I’ve been craving this moment since the second I met him, and as his fingers move in and out, teasing me with undeniable bliss and pleasure, that intensity only grows.
My chest rises and falls with rapid pants, my body so wound up, desperate for everything that he is.
I feel myself flooding, growing wetter with every second. “Tanner,” I breathe, my arm curling around his neck and holding him closer. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”
He groans, desire pooling in his eyes, and within seconds, his hand is slipping into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a small foil packet. He tears it open with his teeth, keeping his other hand on me, and as his grip tightens around my waist and he lifts me up, a thrill fires through me.
Tanner lines his cock up with my entrance and I feel the tip right there as I take his shoulder. He lowers me down, so fucking slowly that I could die from anticipation. With each new inch I take of him, he stretches me wider, and I drop my head to his shoulder, groaning with his full intrusion until he’s finally seated fully inside me.
Tanner’s grip tightens on my waist, and he groans as my pussy clenches around him, adjusting to his sheer size. I raise my head and meet his stare, his soft breath brushing over my lips as his hand finds the back of my neck. “You good?” I nod and a desperate grunt sounds in the back of his throat. “Good, because I’m going to need you to start moving. You’re so fucking tight around me, so warm, and perfect, like you were made just for me.”
His words send butterflies swarming through my stomach, and without hesitation, I rock my hips, getting used to the feel of his rock-hard cock moving inside of me. The slight movement sends waves of pleasure washing through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, doing it again only to bite my bottom lip between my teeth and grip onto him tighter. I do it again, this time taking him deeper, and he groans before pulling me back in, his lips slamming down on mine. I move faster, taking exactly what I need from him, never feeling so alive. Is this what it’s like to be high? To be so one with your body while also feeling as though it’s not even your own?
This isn’t the easiest position to move in, but I give it my all, rocking, swaying, bouncing. Anything he needs, I give him, reading his body as easily as though it were my own.
That familiar pull begins to grow, intensifying with every passing second. “Shit, Tanner,” I gasp, panting for breath, my arm tightening around his neck as our bodies grow sweaty. “I’m going to come.”
“Not without me, you’re not,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire as his thumb presses harder against my clit, drawing tight little circles and sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head.