Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“On top,” I insist.
She shakes her head. “Take me like this.”
“I don’t want to hur—”
“You won’t cover me with your body and make me yours?”
“Mine,” I agree, snapping the latex on my dick before settling over her.
My pulse is raging inside my chest, but as her arms circle around my neck, I manage to slow things down, entering her with one long confident stroke that makes us both sigh into each other’s mouths.
I find the end of her with each stroke, enjoying the way she whimpers as I stretch her. Her fingernails dig into my back, and I know I’m going to have to resist walking into the office and showing the guys that badge of honor.
“Jesus,” I pant when her eyes squeeze closed. “Am I hurting you?”
Her head shakes violently. “I’m trying not to come.”
“Come, baby. Don’t hold back.”
“If I do, then you will, and then it’ll be over. I want it to last for—oh God!”
Her core clamps down on me, and just as she predicted, her orgasm sets off my own. I bury my face in her neck, push my cock as deep into her as I can, and explode.
Her hands are trembling on my back, legs shaking against my hips, and she gives me the sweetest little smile when I finally manage to pull my head back and look down at her.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” I whisper.
“A million times,” she agrees with a smile big enough to light up every dark corner in my life.
Chapter 34
Hayden
“Would you stop,” I hiss with no malice as I look over my shoulder.
Quinten watches me walk into the kitchen from the sofa, an eager erection standing proudly between his thighs.
“I told you what that does to me.”
I add an exaggerated limp to my steps as I carry our lunch dishes to the sink.
He groans, a husky sound that makes me wet every time.
He looks like he’s in pain when I reenter the room.
“I told you this was a bad idea.”
“I’m still not seeing a problem.”
“Naked lunch isn’t a thing, Q.”
He smiles at the nickname I’ve given him.
“The nakedness isn’t the problem, it’s the restrictions you’ve placed on us.”
“It’s not a restriction,” I argue. “It’s dangerous. Hot wings and sex before a shower don’t mix.”
“And I told you that I know you had a life before me, but I don’t want to hear about the men—”
“And I explained I read it in a book. It’s not something I experienced personally, but I have to say, I do love your jealousy.” I cross the room to him, leaning in close and pulling back when he tries to lift his mouth to mine. “I played by the rules and washed my hands in the kitchen.”
“Yeah?”
I nod. “You know what that means. I can touch but you can’t. Hands behind your head.”
He complies comically fast, his eyes darting down the length of me, and that gaze has the power to set me on fire despite him giving it to me almost hourly since we locked ourselves away three days ago.
“We need to talk,” I whisper, my mouth an inch from his as I reach down and run a single finger down the underside of his dick.
“After,” he insists giving his hips a little swivel.
“Now works for me.”
I grab a condom from the side table, opening it before rolling it down the length of him.
“I thought we were going to t—fuck, grip me hard. Jesus, baby. That’s perfect.”
“Mind if I have a seat?” I ask as I straddle his lap, my thighs spread so wide because of his size that I can feel myself opening before I bring the head of his cock to my entrance.
“Are you wet enough for th—Goddamn it, Hayden. Have you been thinking dirty thoughts?”
“My pussy is always wet for you.” I slide down just an inch, pulling off of him when he flexes his hips up. “Be still. Let me.”
“I’ll try,” he promises.
I don’t know exactly when things shifted, and I was able to say such dirty things to him without wanting to shy away, but I’m definitely learning to open my mouth more often.
“Now about this conversation. I don’t want to freak you out.”
“You’re not pegging me. I don’t care about the strap-on Wren put in the basket he had delivered.”
I laugh. His friend has been dropping off care packages daily. The first day it was snacks and drinks with electrolytes, but as each day goes on, the baskets we find in the hallway have gotten increasingly more sexual. I teased Quinten about the strap-on this morning.
“I was thinking of something a little more… mmm that’s good… permanent.”
His arms flex, but he doesn’t pull his hands from behind his head.
“Yeah?”
“God, you fill me up. Wait, let me—” I groan when I angle my hips forward, a trick he showed me the first night we were together that allows me to take him to the root.