Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“I made you scream. I’m good with that.”
“Would we call it a scream, exactly?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation.
“O-okay.” My head...it wouldn’t stop spinning. “You went down on me without having to be asked.”
He cocked his head. “That’s unusual?”
“Among the men I’ve dated? Yes.”
“Idiots.”
He toed off his shoes and tore off his socks. Dragged down his zipper and pushed down his pants. Until all he was wearing was a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. Sweet baby Jesus, they outlined everything. Then they were gone too. More golden skin and muscles than I’d ever seen. And his dick was long, thick, and potent as all hell. I’d looked at him before. But this time I got to touch. And the warm hug of it all was the realization that he wasn’t going to change his mind. That he’d chosen me and we were really going to do this. It made me strangely humble. Grateful, even.
“Oh no. I don’t have any condoms,” I said. “I was going to buy some but then I didn’t because it might jinx us.”
From the pocket of his jeans he withdrew a condom and rolled it on. Pausing to give his dick a firm squeeze once it was sheathed. All of this was performed with expert precision. Making me wonder if there was anything he did badly. Thank goodness the man came prepared with prophylactics. Never have I felt such relief.
My dress was hiked up around my hips and he glared at the thing as if it were his nemesis. The neckline in particular. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he stared at my covered breasts, as if he were a child being denied Christmas. I couldn’t do it. Even if it was his own damn fault for being impatient.
“Wait,” I said, sitting up and struggling with the zip. “It’ll only take me a minute.”
I wriggled and twisted while he grabbed the hem and carefully tugged. I was free. Then, in a practiced move, he unhooked my bra and slid the straps down my arms. The man knew his way around a woman. His eyes widened appreciatively at the sight of my breasts. He took their weight in his hands, thumbs stroking over my skin.
“Better?” I asked, pulling my hair tie free.
He nodded, then said, “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
He cradled the back of my head with his hand, feeding me hot wet kisses. It was just like a drug going straight to my head. The slide of his tongue and bite of his teeth. And all the while, he eased onto the bed and climbed on top of me. The warmth and weight of him was exquisite. His cock slid against my sex and oh yeah. That was nice. Shivers straight up my spine. His hand shifted from my breast to my butt and back again. Like he couldn’t quite decide. Nice that my abundance of tits and ass seemed to please him.
I buried my face in the side of his neck. The feel of his smooth skin and the faint scent of sweat. Salt and the woodsy cologne thing and him. Heavenly. As for Lars, he took his weight on one arm while grabbing a breast with his free hand. Guess we were both fascinated with each other. He gasped when I nibbled on his earlobe and my breath caught when he pinched my nipple. For every action came a perfect reaction. And all the while the heavy width of his cock pressed against me. Any small movement was ecstasy making my empty pussy clench.
The man was torturing us both.
When his mouth found my nipple, my hips shifted against the mattress. He sucked and licked and enjoyed himself thoroughly. I didn’t mind it either. Then he kissed his way up to my jaw. His gaze intensified as he notched the blunt crown of his cock against me. He pushed in slowly. Not stopping until there was no room left. Until he had everything. And all the while he watched me. I had to be a glazed-eyed slack-jawed mess. However, there was nothing but desire and determination on his face.
The kiss he gave me was gentle. Like a benediction. A thank-you for letting him into my body. Which was quite nice and polite. Though it didn’t stay that way for long. Tender turned into hunger in no time. My hands pawed at his shoulders and one of his slid into my hair. And the grip he took on those strands was firm. When I didn’t complain, he pulled just a little, lighting me up from head to toe. Then he pulled harder. The grin on his face contained an edge of mean and damn that was hot.
At long last, he moved, drawing his hard length out of me. Then thrusting back in with a snap of the hips. Pulling out slow and pushing back in fast. That was how he did it. His cock dragging over the sweet spots inside of me. His pelvis angled to grind against my clit. When he threw in a swivel of his hips I moaned wantonly. He knew exactly how to use that big strong body of his. Because each move he made was designed and perfected to bring me pleasure. His past lovers and girlfriends deserved thank-you notes. And cupcakes, maybe?