Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Eilidh, fuck, Eilidh. Put me inside you. I want your sweet pussy wrapped around me.”
I gasped with arousal at his filthy words and lifted myself up onto my knees, so excited I knew before I even guided him inside me, I was drenched enough to ease his way considerably. I slowly lowered myself back down.
“So wet.” His grip on my hips was painful. “Fuck, you want this. You need this.”
“I do. For so long,” I panted, feeling overwhelmingly full.
I clutched Fyfe’s broad, hard shoulders, watching the way his teeth gritted and his eyes darkened as his dick slid snugly inside me. He growled, tipping his head back as I lifted myself up slowly, torturously.
His eyes flashed open. “Ride me, Eilidh. Or I’ll make you.”
“Make me.” I licked teasingly at his lips.
He grabbed my hips and brought me back down. I couldn’t move, pinned over his cock, and it was so exciting, I was afraid I was about to come again. “Oh my god!”
Taking control of the rhythm, Fyfe fucked me from the bottom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing us flush so my hard, swollen nipples rubbed against him as I rode him.
We gasped against each other’s lips, our grips tightening as we soared toward climax.
“Come for me, Eilidh,” Fyfe demanded. “Squeeze my cock, baby.”
I nodded on a whimper as I neared climax. Fyfe slid his hand between my thighs, and his thumb pressed circles around my clit.
The sensation was too much. I stiffened, arching my back as the orgasm exploded through me.
“Fuck,” Fyfe gritted out, a hoarse shout falling from his mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he jerked up in one last hard thrust. I felt him swell even thicker inside me before he throbbed and his hot, wet release filled me. “Oh, fuck.” His chest heaved against mine as I collapsed on him, my head burrowed in the crook of his neck.
Fyfe’s cock continued to pulse as my inner muscles quivered around it.
When our breathing calmed, he warned, “We’re not done.”
With ease, he lifted me off his dick and gently lowered me to my feet. Then he stood, towering over me, his wet cock still semi-hard. “Now you can sit on my face so I can taste you like I’ve been fantasizing about tasting you for months.”
My belly clenched at what he described. “Uh, yes, please.”
He grinned at my enthusiasm, and I wondered about his newfound attitude. Fyfe seemed to have shed all of his hangups about us being together. I wanted to question it. But I wanted Fyfe-induced orgasms more.
A few seconds later, Fyfe was sprawled on the bed, growing harder by the minute as I crawled up his beautiful body. I’d never done this before. Of course, I’d had boyfriends put their mouths on me, but I’d never done it this way. It seemed so visceral and filthy, and I was here for how turned on I was merely thinking about it.
My legs shaking with anticipation, I smiled at his smug smirk as I raised my hips over his face.
Fyfe guided me over him.
I felt his tongue thrust into me, and my back bowed as I gripped the headboard and undulated into his hungry exploration. His fingers were bruising on my hips as my pants and cries for more filled the bedroom. His tongue was magical, licking and fucking and sucking until I was mindless with need.
I shattered, and Fyfe pulled me harder on his mouth, voraciously eating up every second of my orgasm. Then, I was on my back and he was over me, his hands squeezing my breasts, his face a mask of so much need and desire, he looked almost angry with it. His thumbs stroked my pebbled nipples. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.” His right hand disappeared between my legs as he held my gaze and slid two fingers into my slick heat. “Beautiful here too.” His breathing escalated. “You feel fucking amazing.” He groaned the last word as he prodded between my legs with his hard, hot length and thrust into me.
I cried out, my hands gripping his back, my fingernails biting into muscle as Fyfe fucked me. Our gasps and groans and the wet drive of his cock turned me on as much as the realization that Fyfe Moray was inside me—
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP!
My eyes flew open.
Confusion flooded over me as I stared up at my bedroom ceiling.
What the …?
I sat up, feeling the sweat slickening the back of my neck.
No Fyfe.
A harsh, almost painful throb pulsed between my legs as reality came crashing in.
I’d just had the most vivid sex dream I’d ever had in my life.
Nine
EILIDH
“You have got to be kidding me.” I growled in sleepy frustration as I flopped back on the pillow.
Tears filled my eyes. Part sexual frustration, part memory.