Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I cry out into his mouth, kissing him wildly as I tug at his belt feverishly, lost in a lustful haze as I pop the button of his jeans and yank down his zipper. He grunts, raising his hips and letting me shove his jeans and boxers down, and my jaw drops as his thick, big cock springs free to slap heavily against his chiseled abs.
I whimper, my hands dropping to him as my delicate fingers wrap around his girth as much as they can. I give him a small stroke, and when he groans and drops his head back, I gasp as I stroke him again.
“Fuck, Beck…” I whisper, my jaw dropping as I look down at the huge cock in my hands.
He grins wickedly.
“You know I gotta ask.”
I blush, raising a quizzical brow. “About?”
“Who’s bigger.”
My face burns hot as fire, a filthy, naughty tremor rippling through me as I’m reminded—as if I could forget—about what I just did with Porter.
“Beck—”
“I think maybe we need to compare, don’t you?”
I gasp as his hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt up with them. His fingers splay over the skin of my inner thighs and my tummy, and when his thumb finds my clit and starts to rub, I gasp loudly. My hips move with a mind of their own, rocking forward as I stroke his cock, until my pink lips are sliding against the underside of him. Beckett growls, pulling me tight to him and thrusting his hips, letting his cock slide slickly and wetly up through my lips—not penetrating me but letting my aching clit feel every thick inch of him.
“Beckett,” I whimper heatedly. “What are we—”
“I fucking want you, Kempton. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, actually,” he growls.
I moan as he kisses me hungrily, my tongue teasing with his and my whimpers dripping through our kiss as he teases my clit.
“You never said anything,” I gasp, pulling away.
“You were never available.”
“I was always available,” I say softly.
Beckett frowns. “Yeah? When. You had a fucking string of guys—”
I look away, biting my lip and cringing.
“What?”
I swallow. “My social life extracurricular activities might be slightly embellished, Beck.”
I glance back at him to see him arch one perfect brown, his blond hair tousled and his perfect jaw clenched tight.
“How embellished.”
“Very,” I whisper.
“How very.”
“Beck, very, okay?”
He blinks, frowning, and until suddenly, is brows go up.
“Fuck, Kempton, was Porter your—”
“Yeah.”
I say it quietly, looking down. Beckett growls.
“Really?”
I nod.
“Every single one of those guys I always heard about…”
“All bullshit,” I whisper.
“Bobby Adams?”
I shake my head.
“Luke Paredi?”
“Came in his pants.”
Beckett chuckles, whistling lowly and shaking his head.
“Fuck, Kempton.”
There’s a moment of silence before he looks at me, reaching up with one hand to cup my jaw.
“You looked fucking amazing, you know,” he says quietly. “I mean, when I walked in and saw you. Fuck that was hot, Kempton.”
I bite my lip as I look up at him.
“You actually still want me like that after… I mean…”
“Yeah, Kempton,” he growls. “Yeah I fucking do.”
He grinds his hips forward, and when his thick, hard cock slides against my bare pussy, I whimper in pleasure.
“Beck, we can wait, I mean, I just…”
“Porter and I are close, Kemp,” he growls. “He might be a bit older than me, but we always shared a lot growing up.”
“Is that what this is? You’re going to share me?”
“Damn right.”
I gasp as he kisses me fiercely, and when his fingers slide between my legs and he curls two of them deep into my slippery pussy, I cry out. My fingers stroke his cock, and when I feel his thick, swollen head brush over my clit, I moan wildly and kiss him even harder.
Beckett slides his fingers from my pussy, and this time, when he grinds forward, he lets his big cock head slip between my lips and lodge against my opening.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, trembling and holding my breath like I’m about to take a leap from a cliff’s edge.
…And I’m so ready to jump.
“Just like that, baby,” Beckett groans, his hands gripping my hips as he teases his big dick against me.
“You want me?” I husk.
“Fuck yes.”
I feel this fierce fire roar through me—this sultry energy I’ve never felt before. And suddenly, now that I’ve actually had sex, I feel like I can finally back up the whole “prick tease sex goddess” persona I’ve been walking around with the last few years.
“Oh, you want this pussy?” I purr, rolling my hips and sliding my wetness over the thick head of Beckett’s cock. He groans, his jaw clenching as his hands tighten on my waist.
“Oh, you’re gonna be the tease now are you?”
“Maybe,” I breathe. “Or maybe I just want to know how bad you want me. Because if not, then maybe I should just put my panties back on and—”