Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I'm done when I feel him slipping my parka off.
We are a team.
Just one I would never, could never have dreamed of.
With the thermostat out, too, I should feel colder as he starts to undress me, but it’s clear both of us are getting hotter by the second as he unwraps me.
I try my best to work at his clothes, to undress him, but he only shakes his head knowingly, finally easing me onto my back on my couch once he has my parka off, and lifting the sweater over my head tells me how it’s gonna be.
“I’m gonna start by thanking you one way first. But there’s a thousand more to come,” he promises me. My breath shivers and my teeth chatter as I stab a nod.
Deliciously helpless under his powerful touch. His total command of the entire situation.
He casually lets his coat slide to the floor as he drops to his knees in front of me.
Positioning himself between my legs, running a firm hand up the insides, he starts to finger my jeans undone while keeping his eyes on mine every step of the way.
I open my mouth a dozen times, wanting to tell him so much.
Needing to tell him one thing in particular, but when I feel my jeans sliding off easier than they ever have and his huge hands are on my naked flesh, the only thing I can think of is one word.
More.
More of this. More of him, and definitely more of what he hasn’t even given me yet.
“Steve…,” I wheeze, trying to speak and avoid the bump on his head with my hands, but it’s useless.
In seconds I have handfuls of him between my fingers. Fingers curling around his thick locks, he lets out a low growl accented with the odd wince of pleasant pain whenever I stroke his wound.
“Ste…,” I try one last time, but by now, I can feel his strong fingers tearing the fabric of my worn-out bra, freeing my girls at the same moment his entire mouth covers my smoldering pussy.
I tense and buck, thrusting myself up into him.
Not from shock or shyness anymore, but because I knew this is what I wanted the moment I saw him on the street.
For a man with a head wound and only two hands, one mouth, and a tongue, it feels like there’s an army of him invading Holly Island.
Steve breaches the last of my defenses once a thick finger yanks my soaked panties to one side, allowing his thick warm tongue to connect with my already creaming valley.
Like biting his lip by accident, he seems to get an animal thrill every time I brush against the bump on his head. It makes him growl deeper.
Probe deeper into me with his tongue, and his hands grip me harder still.
His whole hand almost fitting around my upper thigh, making me feel petite. Thin almost.
Making me feel like I’m in a body somebody wants for the first time in my life.
But Steve Carter’s talents don’t only depend on his gentle to firm and then gentle again tongue play.
No.
His hands are like magicians.
Tracing over my skin with fingertips and then gripping me firmly by the hips or fully cupping a breast, he pinches a nipple, or lays his entire hand on my belly. He moans with newfound delight as I feel myself starting to run a river of arousal for him.
My legs instinctively move up over his massive shoulders, pulling him closer to me, which only seems to please him more.
Upright, I’ve never been one to take anything lying down and not be proactive.
And on my back for Steve, I feel the same.
He’s robbed me of the power of speech for now, but we’re both translating this new language between us – between our bodies.
Us.
A team.
It could be a half hour, or it could be a year, but this feeling can never last long enough. Or so I think until that certain thing I felt coming loose inside me earlier starts to dislodge again.
I know I’m about to come harder than I ever have and try to warn Steve, but his powerful grip on my thighs and butt tells me there’s no need to warn him of anything.
It’s exactly what he wants.
You’ll come in my mouth, and then I’ll taste you forever… Mine!
His voice in my mind is like god damned telepathy.
I feel my eyes widen suddenly as one of his thick digits circles my already quivering asshole, drenched in my own pussy juices. And I know I’m done.
There were only a few buttons on the machine left to push, and as if he had written the manual himself, he knew exactly what I like, just how hard and when to push me.
I’m sure he hasn’t taken a breath since going down on me, but when I hear his firm command to come in his mouth, it’s like hearing the solution to my only problem right now.