Fornever Yours Read Online Natasha Anders

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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
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“Oh.” Her face went bright red. Now that she had him in the bathroom with her, she didn’t seem to know what to do with him. “Sorry, I don’t recall you having much chest hair.”

“Yeah, I have at least seven,” he muttered dryly. “And I’m currently in danger of losing them all.”

Her fist opened and her hand dropped limply to her side.

“Why were you crying?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“I don’t want to think about that. I want you to help me forget.” Her hands went back to his shirt, this time to urgently unbutton it. Dumbfounded, Gideon stared at her head and allowed her to clumsily fumble with his buttons.

This wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting. Still, his cock—happy with the turn of events—was already eager to join the party. Even while Gideon couldn’t quite figure out what was happening right now.

Despite her clumsiness, she had his shirt open in seconds, and both her palms flattened over his chest moments after that. He groaned at the skin-on-skin contact and a shudder of pure pleasure worked its way up his spine, raising gooseflesh, and tightening his nipples.

She purred happily at the sight of those puckered tips and lapped at one of them experimentally, before scraping the flat edges of her top incisors over it. He made a choked noise and staggered backward, before bracing his hands on the edge of the vanity behind him.

One of her hands reached down and palmed the hot, hard length of his cock through the thin fabric of his board shorts. His breath caught. She made a soft, satisfied sound and pressed her palm down, while her fingers closed and she squeezed. A little too tightly. Nearly making him come right on the spot.

“Easy, babe,” he urged into her hair. Not quite a participant yet. Everything was being done to him. While he wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed. A novel sensation for him. This was not why he’d come up here, but his brain was starting to fog up and his cock, enjoying the petting and stroking and squeezing, was starting to do the thinking for him.

“Lizzy, wh-what do you want from me?” he choked out the question and she tilted her head to look at him.

“This,” she said, her voice throaty. She squeezed him again and he moaned. “In me. Now. Please?”

“People will start to wonder where we are,” the lingering traces of his rationality said.

“We’ll be quick. I want quick. And hard. One last time. Okay?”

“One last time,” he parroted numbly. “Okay.”

Her hand left his cock and he nearly cried out in frustration, but the sound died in his throat when he watched in fascination as she reached under her skirt and tugged down a skimpy pair of bikini panties, shimmying them down to her knees.

Feeling a little punch drunk, he allowed her to shift him aside, and take his place at the vanity. She stood, facing the mirror, with her hands flattened on the marble countertop, back arched, that perfect arse out, and legs as far apart as her panties would allow. She eyed him expectantly over her shoulder.

“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered. She blinked, and seemed momentarily confused.

“There must be one in here somewhere,” she said, looking uncertain for the first time.

He nodded and sprang into action, opening the medicine chest, afraid that she would change her mind. While simultaneously thinking maybe it would be better if she did change her mind.

Fuck. Perhaps he should be the one to call a halt before they passed the point of no return. She was clearly distraught about something and…

“Found one,” she said in a triumphant whisper-shout. All thoughts of calling it off fled from Gideon’s head when she held up the black square that she’d found in one of the vanity drawers.

“You sure about this?” he nonetheless asked, as he took the sealed condom from her and ripped the corner open with his teeth.

“God, yes. I want this. I want you. Are you okay with that?”

“Fuck, you don’t have to ask, Lizzy,” he moaned, his eyes falling to his cock, which was so hard the tip had crept up past the waistband of his shorts.

“Good.”

She assumed that fucking sexy position in front of the vanity again, and Gideon had his shorts down to his thighs and the condom on in seconds.

She watched him in the mirror and wet her plump lips when her eyes fell to where he had a tight grip on the base of his cock.

“Now. Please.”

All he had in response to that plea was a guttural groan. He flipped her skirt up over her round arse, and his free hand tested her readiness immediately. Fuck, she was absolutely drenched. Her wet heat left him in no doubt that she wanted him as much as he did her, and he worked his way into her tight, welcoming sheath without any hesitation.


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