Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“What do you want?”
Her lips curve into a sexy smile, her eyes dark with desire as she slides onto my lap and starts to grind, the hot triangle between her thighs rolling back and forth on my denim-coated cock.
“I think it’s perfectly clear what I want, Coop.”
Without leaving my lap, Kelsey leans back to grab the fancy-ass bottle of tequila and tops up our glasses with another killer smile.
Fuck, I can’t resist a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it, even if she is a rich girl who has no business hanging out with the likes of me. I raise my glass with a smile of my own.
“To early morning surprises.”
Kelsey lifts her glass and leans in close enough to let me smell the tequila on her breath.
“To taking advantage of unexpected opportunities and a great start to my twenty-first year.”
“You’re still young.” Legal but young enough to want more than she says.
She snorts. “And how old are you?” Kelsey raises her glass to her lips and empties the shot glass.
“Older than you.”
“So is my grandma, but I don’t think you’re eighty-three, are you?”
Some days I feel that old. “No. Thirty.”
Her blue eyes widen. “I would have guessed younger.”
Kelsey bites her bottom lip, and her hips swirl again, this time with a little more pressure as she leans in and puts her lips to mine. The spark of electricity is instant, and my hands go to her hips, pressing her harder on my cock.
“No more talking,” she moans, rubbing herself on my cock with abandon.
When she moans into my mouth, a low groan erupts, and she starts to grind even faster and harder on me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she deepens the kiss. My hands find the tight, round globes of her ass and squeeze.
“Coop.” My name spills from her mouth as her hips swirl in search of relief.
Fuck, I want to bury my cock in this woman so bad I feel a bead of sweat drip down my forehead.
“Kelsey.” I slide my hands under her t-shirt, caressing her lace-covered tits and letting my thumbs graze the hard tips of her nipples.
“Such perfect fucking tits.”
“So ripe for the taking,” she moans and arches her back, her hot pussy sliding back and forth, heating my cock down to my balls.
The white lace is innocent and hot as fuck. My cock stands at attention, and her moans grow louder and shallower.
“Fuck it,” I groan and tear her bra at the center, revealing pale tits and raspberry-pink nipples. Her tits are silky and heavy in my hands, nipples so hard, I lean forward and suck one into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she says and pushes herself closer.
Her tits are soft, and they taste like whatever fruity shit she’s wearing. I groan and flick my tongue over her hard tips, back and forth as her hips swirl and grind. Her breaths are coming in faster and sharper. She’s close. So fucking close.
I switch our positions so I’m on top, my mouth still licking and sucking her titties as my hand finds its way down her pants and into her panties. Her pussy is swollen and juicy, her clit poking out between her lips as my thumb rubs small circles around it.
“Coop. Shit. Fuck. Yes!”
I smile against her tits and plunge two fingers deep, groaning at the feel of her cunt dripping all over my fingers. She’s wet, and she’s pulsing, and I finger-fuck her fast and hard until she starts to tremble and quake.
“Come on, Kelsey, come for me darlin’.”
Her hands flies to my wrist, manipulating it until I move just the way she needs me to.
“Coop.” Her hips buck up against me when I flick the tips of my fingers deep inside her. “Oh fuck, Coop. Yes.”
Deeper and deeper my fingers plunge as her hips pump in reply before stopping completely.
“What?”
“You hear that?” She sits up, eyes wide in alarm and pushing at my chest. She’s on her feet in an instant.
“The door! Someone’s coming!”
She yanks her shirt down, ignoring the torn bra as she pulls my arm until I’m on my feet.
“Someone’s coming, Coop!”
“Yeah, and it ain’t you. Or me.”
“I’m serious.”
She tugs me out of the living room and down a dimly-lit hall. She opens a door and pushes me in.
“Stay here.”
I turn to ask why, but Kelsey closes the door, leaving me alone in…a fucking closet. I press my ear against the door and strain to hear the muffled conversation on the other side, fuming that she put me in a closet like some misbehaving pet.
This feels too much like a flashback to when I was a horny teenager hiding in closets and under beds from angry, gun-wielding fathers.
I’m a grown man now, and I only fuck with women. Grown-up women who are free to fuck who they want, when they want.