Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
The way she’s stretched out on the bed with her elbows propping her up, head thrown back, and lips softly parted makes my cock throb with painful awareness. Demi is the sexiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I lick my way from the bottom of her pink slit to the very top. When I get to her clit, I circle it with my tongue before sucking the little bundle of nerves into my mouth. She whimpers, arching her back off the bed as if trying to get closer.
Who would have ever thought that studying statistics could be such a turn-on?
We might have to do this more often.
A lot more often.
When her body tightens, I realize she’s moments away from orgasming, and it only drives me on. I want to give her more pleasure than she’s ever experienced.
“Rowan,” she whimpers.
“What, baby?” I whisper against damp flesh.
“I want you inside me.”
“That’s exactly where I am.” To prove this is true, I spear my tongue inside her heat.
“No, I want your cock.” She sucks in a shuddering breath. “I need you...please.”
This feels like a dream. Is Demi Richards really begging for my dick? I’m almost afraid that I’ll wake up and none of this will be real. She’ll still be keeping me at a firm distance, pretending I don’t exist. Now that I’ve sampled her sweetness, there’s no way I can go back to the way it’s always been between us.
I lift my head and stare into her dazed eyes. So much need swirls around inside them. Damn if I don’t want to give her everything she desires. “Are you sure?”
She nods.
I chew my lower lip and contemplate the situation at hand.
Here’s my problem...
I’m pretty worked up, if you know what I mean. If I attempt to get inside her in this condition, I’ll come within thirty seconds. Probably quicker than that. It was embarrassing enough to admit that I’m still a virgin at age twenty-one, to blow my load after a few strokes would be the ultimate humiliation.
Like...change my name, forget about football, and transfer to another college embarrassing.
“Rowan?”
I drag a hand through my hair and try to keep the tortured expression off my face. It’s not like I planned for tonight to turn out like this. Hell, I thought we’d be knee deep in stats. And that’s the least sexy thing in the world.
Or so I’d thought...
Had I suspected this was the direction the evening would swerve in, I would have rubbed one out...or maybe three in preparation.
Before I realize what’s happening, Demi rolls up to a seated position. Her hands go to my cheeks, cradling them in her hands. My head is still between her spread thighs. “I want this, and I want you.”
“Yeah,” I gulp, trying to figure out how to best verbalize my problem, “I feel the same way. It’s just...” As my voice trails off, realization dawns in her eyes.
“Turn over.”
When I don’t immediately comply, she drops her hands from my face and pushes at my shoulders. I scramble up before rolling onto my back. As soon as I hit the mattress, she’s crawling up my body and pressing her lips against mine. Oh-so-slowly she moves down my chest, peppering kisses and soft nips over hard muscle until she reaches the waistband of my boxers. She tugs the material down an inch before flicking her eyes at me and pressing a caress against the newly revealed flesh.
I clear my throat as my erection throbs painfully. “You realize that you’re not helping matters, right?”
Her expression turns seductive as she torments me with her mouth until I’m shifting beneath her, trying to hold it together. I’m hard as steel. There’s an excellent possibility I won’t make it inside her before I come like a geyser.
You’ve heard of a two-pump chump?
I can only hope to make it twice.
This isn’t good.
Actually, it’s much too good, and that’s the problem.
Once my dick springs free from the stretchy fabric, I grit my teeth. The way she stares with focused determination only makes matters worse. She swipes her tongue over the head of my cock before licking at the damned thing like it’s a lollipop. Sure, I’ve fantasized about her doing this a million times but at the moment, it will be my undoing. I’m like some prepubescent teenager ready to come all over the place at the drop of a hat.
It’s embarrassing as hell.
“If you keep that up much longer, I’m going to come,” I ground out, voice scraped raw with need.
She lifts her head enough to smirk. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point.”
When Demi sucks the crown of my dick into her mouth with tight suction, I know it’s game over. There’s no holding back. I bury my fingers in her hair as she moves up and down my rigid length.
Goddamn that feels amazing...