Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
After I jacked off.
Online.
Fuck.
That thought spurs me into action as I roll to the edge of the mattress before ending the live feed and slamming the laptop shut.
Unsure what to say, I blurt, “What are you doing here?”
“I… needed to see you.”
Before I can come up with anything else to say, she swallows up the distance between us and reaches out to run her finger through the jizz on my stomach.
My breath catches as she brings the digit to her mouth and sucks it.
Holy crap.
Her eyelids drift closed. “You taste just as good as I remember.”
That throaty comment is all it takes for my cock to stir back to life.
She drops her backpack to the floor before unzipping her jacket and sliding the thick material from her shoulders. Then she toes off her shoes before climbing onto the mattress and crawling up my body until she’s hovering over my groin. With her gaze pinned to mine, she laps up the sticky fluid. The velvety softness of her tongue slides over my lower abdomen until she’s cleaned up the mess I made.
Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Until she kisses the tip of my dick and draws the hardening length between her pouty lips.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and a groan rumbles up from deep within my chest.
Fuck, her mouth is heaven.
She slides down my cock before returning to the tip. I almost grieve when she allows the head to pop free. Until her tongue dances down the length to my balls. She circles one and then the other before drawing it into her mouth.
A garbled sound escapes from me. She releases one with a soft pop before giving the same attention to the other.
It’s official.
Bury me now.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
She licks around my clean-shaven sac before returning to the crown of my cock and drawing it back into the warm haven of her mouth.
If I could live in this moment for the rest of my life, I would.
It’s that fucking amazing.
Unable to stand another second of this torment, I force myself to sit up before wrapping my hands around her ribcage. Once she releases my dick, I drag her up my body until she’s stretched out on top of me.
Her gaze stays fastened to mine. “You didn’t like that?”
“I think we both know I liked it a little too much. When I come again, it’s going to be inside your sweet little cunt.”
My dirty words have her pupils dilating.
And I love that as well.
This girl is so damn perfect.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
That thought should have alarm bells ringing in my head.
What does it mean that they’re not?
Instead, calmness falls over me as that knowledge settles deep inside my being.
I shove it from my head as I stare into her blue eyes, unwilling to inspect it any closer.
It’s always been my family and hockey, without room for anything else. And it was enough. No one ever came close to touching that.
But that’s no longer the case.
“I think you might be wearing too much clothing.”
“Hmmm. That sounds like a problem. One you should do something about.”
I smirk. “There’s that sassy mouth again.”
“Wouldn’t you agree that a sassy mouth is much better at sucking cock?”
Yup… she’s perfect.
In one smooth movement, I flip our positions. She gasps as I hover over her and take control of the situation. My mouth crashes onto hers. One sweep of my tongue against her lips and she opens so I can plunge inside. All I want to do is devour this girl in one tasty gulp.
But first things first. I need to strip off the clothing that keeps her gorgeous body from me.
My lips trail from her mouth to her chin before I scrape my teeth along the curve of her jaw. As I sink lower, she bares the delicate hollow of her throat. I press a kiss against the pulse that flutters madly like the wings of a hummingbird beneath. When I reach her collarbone, I’m met with the soft fabric of her sweater. I rise to my knees as my fingers grip the hem and drag it up her body and over her head.
It’s a pleasant surprise to find she’s not wearing anything beneath.
I flick a glance upward. “Where’s your bra?”
“I don’t always wear one.” She glances at her breasts. “I don’t exactly have a lot going on there.”
My attention returns to her chest before my hands settle on the rounded softness, tweaking her nipples until they stiffen right up.
“They’re perfect.”
She arches into my palms as I toy with them.
“You like that, baby girl?”
“I do. They’re sensitive, and I love having them played with.”
I used to think my type was top heavy, like a dime. Turns out that’s not the case. I love that Ava is toned and athletic. She might be petite and delicate looking, but it’s misleading.