Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
His glassy eyes gradually regained their focus as her words registered and he lifted an interested brow.
“More?”
“This.” Her hand went down to palm his—scorching hot and wet with their juices—dick.
“Oh, that can absolutely be arranged,” he said with a grin.
“Condoms?” she asked, and his eyes shadowed.
“None currently. Shit. Fuck.”
Gideon could’ve kicked himself. How ridiculous not to have condoms. He’d used up his condoms the last time they’d done this and—since he wasn’t currently seeing anyone—he hadn’t gotten around to replacing them yet. And, despite what had happened in Cat and Cam’s bathroom, Gideon hadn’t really expected a repeat performance between him and Beth.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her hand still wrapped around his aching cock. She squeezed in reassurance and the sensation nearly blew the top of his head off. Of both his heads off.
Jesus, sometimes she was absurdly innocent and entirely unaware of how erotic her actions were.
“Don’t squeeze, babe. Are you trying to kill me?”
Her hand loosened and she looked immediately contrite. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
He laughed at the question. Again with the innocence. It was sexy as hell.
“You nearly made me come,” he clarified grittily, and her already flushed face went even redder.
“Oh, sorry. I was trying to tell you that I have an IUD. So, if you’re uhm healthy and want to do this without a condom—I’m okay with that.”
“You are?” Jesus. The thought of skin-on-skin with Beth was so fucking hot, he was about to blow his load just at the thought of it.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Beth, are you sure? You’ve got be sure. Because I’m pretty certain it’ll kill me if you change your mind.”
She nodded a little bashfully, that delightful blush still highlighting those pretty cheekbones. “I’m sure.”
He grunted and lifted his hips to slide the pants even further down his butt until his cock was completely freed.
He slid a hand between her thighs, his palm cupping her mound through her soaked panties. She was so wet; the fabric of her panties molded the curves of her sweet pussy. He slid the fabric aside to find the hard, sensitive pearl at her core. She jumped at his touch and made that same adorable squeaky sound she’d made earlier. Her hand, still curled around his cock, tightened again.
Christ Almighty! The woman was going to be the death of him.
“Let go of my dick, babe,” he commanded her, and she stared at him with wide, confused eyes.
“What?”
“I told you, you’re going to make me come. And the only place I want to come is inside your tight, hot pussy.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She reluctantly released her hold on him.
“Good girl,” he grunted in approval. She jerked when his finger found her clit again and then moaned—a low, sexy sound that drove him wild. Her panties restricted the movement of his hand and he couldn’t do more than stroke her and tease the hard little knot of nerves. Because of her underwear and their position, Gideon lacked the maneuverability to finger fuck her, which frustrated the shit out of him. He wanted to experience the squeeze of her on his fingers and anticipate how amazing it would feel on his shaft.
But that would require tearing the panties off—not the best option—or shifting her from his lap to remove them—an infinitely worse choice.
Unaware of his internal conflict, she was rubbing up against his finger like a champ, desperately trying to get herself off. If her increasingly frenzied movement was any indication, she was on the verge of succeeding, while he was preoccupied with her problematic panties.
“Uh uh,” he chastised, moving his hand aside, and grinning when she cried out in frustration. “Not without me, babe.”
“Please, I’m so close,” she panted.
“Soon,” he promised, patting her sumptuous arse in reassurance. He lifted his hands to her tousled hair and buried his fingers in those silken waves, tugging her down for another one of those drugging kisses. She had the sweetest mouth. Velvety soft, pliable, warm, and welcoming. Such an antithesis from the tartness that usually spilled from those lips when she was having a go at him. It was bizarre how much he enjoyed kissing the same mouth that could eviscerate him with a single sentence.
Her lips melted against his, and her honeyed tongue darted between his lips with delicate flicks, driving him insane with their little butterfly strokes.
He groaned gutturally, the sound was harsh, almost pained, and while he was held captive by that perfect mouth, he took hold of his cock and nudged it toward her equally soft and delicate nether lips. He slid the broad head up and down her cleft, the damp fabric of her panties feeling almost too rough against his overly-sensitive glans. He clamped one hand around her back to lift her slightly off his lap, and used his cockhead to push the soaked cotton aside before breaching her tight entrance.