Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
As amazing as the first time he touched me was, it’s nothing compared to the pleasure he’s now evoking. It feels as if I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I don’t realize my eyes have feathered closed until they’re flying open as the warmth of his breath disappears. I stare at Carson in question as he rises above me, closing the distance between us. A second later, his lips are aligned with my own and he’s thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
“Do you taste your sweetness on me?” he whispers. “So fucking delicious. How will I ever get enough of you?”
A whimper breaks free. It’s the only response I’m capable of giving.
He pushes away to kneel between my spread thighs. His fingers wrap around my hand before drawing it between my legs and placing it over my core. The haze filling my vision clears as I stare at him in confusion.
“I want to watch you touch yourself.”
My mouth falls open.
No. He can’t possibly—
“Show me how you stroke that sweet little pussy of yours when you’re all alone and thinking about me.”
Oh god.
Just as I’m about to shake my head and deny the request, he yanks his boxers down until his thick length springs free. My gaze stays riveted to the sight as he fists his erection.
Holy crap.
He’s so big and hard.
Need explodes inside me like a firework as I eat him up with my eyes. I don’t realize that my fingers are moving, circling my own damp flesh until he groans and begins to pump his cock in tandem with my movements. Moisture beads the tip. I’m so enamored by the sight that looking away feels impossible. For years, I’ve fantasized about what it would feel like to be with Carson, but nothing compares to the reality.
“That’s it, baby. Stroke all that softness for me.”
His low voice strums something deep within that I had no idea was lurking beneath the surface, just waiting to break free. Wanting to please him, my fingers dip inside my heat before circling my clit. The little bundle of nerves throbs a steady beat until I’m to the point of shattering into a million jagged pieces. As tempting as it is to close my eyes, I don’t. I’ve never seen anything hotter than Carson fisting his hard dick. As he pumps it slowly, his erection becomes even thicker. He cants his hips, thrusting himself forward as the swollen head turns a deeper shade of purple. Moisture continues to bead the tip, leaking from him.
The longer I stare, the more arousal spikes through me, propelling me higher and higher into the stratosphere. It barely takes a few flicks of my fingers and I’m splintering apart, falling to pieces beneath his steady gaze. My spine arches as I widen my legs, spreading them until my knees are pressed against the sheets. His name falls from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, pummeling my senses, threatening to drag me to the very bottom of the ocean. My heart pounds a painful staccato against my ribcage before echoing in my ears.
As soon as the first moan slides from me, a hot spurt of cum splashes across my lower abdomen, decorating the pale skin. His head is tipped back, the column of his throat on display as his body shudders with release. The way his grip tightens around his cock, pumping it forcefully, sends another little spasm of pleasure spiraling through me.
Only when every last drop has been wrung from my body do I sink bonelessly into the mattress. With a huff, his muscles loosen, and he releases his softening erection.
A satisfied smirk curves his lips. “And that is exactly how you start the day.”
Barely can I muster a chuckle as he takes me in his arms, and we float back off to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Carson
It’s Saturday night, and the first floor of the house is jampacked with people. I lift the bottle of water to my lips and take a swig as my gaze coasts over the sea of partiers, looking for one girl in particular, but she continues to remain elusive. Elle had a performance earlier tonight and promised to make an appearance as soon as it ended. Impatience bubbles up inside me as I check my phone for the umpteenth time.
It’s almost eleven o’clock.
She should be here by now.
Even though I spent last night in her bed with my arms wrapped around her body, it's not enough. She’s like an addiction pumping wildly through my veins. I’ve spent years trying to beat back my lust and pretend it didn’t exist. Now that I’ve finally given in and had a taste, there’s no going back.
We’ve been stealing time together whenever we can, but it’s not easy. I live with a houseful of dudes, including her brother, and she lives with three girls in a suite with very little privacy. She sneaks me in after everyone has gone to bed and then I’m out the door before they wake. Even though I hate secrets, we’ve decided to keep this on the downlow for the time being until we figure out exactly what it is.