Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“You’re so gorgeous,” he told me as his fingers traced the swell of my breasts.
My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned into his hands, coaxing him to caress my breasts in his large hands. When he rolled my hard nipples between his fingertips, a shaky breath broke from me. I was already so sensitive to the touch, goosebumps flaring up along my heated skin.
“It feels so good to have your hands on me,” I murmured as I opened my eyes to peer at him. He seemed entranced, admiring my body as he touched me. I couldn’t remember anyone looking at me that way, making my cheeks burn.
Andrew tilted his head down to wrap his lips around one of my nipples, sucking firmly to make my breath hitch. He wrapped his arms around me, anchoring me to the spot as his tongue and lips caressed my nipple. His mouth was unbelievably talented, and he did motions with his tongue that I could hardly process.
I pushed my fingers into his hair and gripped the dirty blonde strands, holding him close to my chest as he moved to the other nipple. I leaned my head back, lips parting to release pleased sounds. Just his mouth on my nipples made a throbbing sensation pound between my thighs.
“Andrew…” I sighed out in bliss, wanting more. I didn’t care how needy I sounded.
Andrew moved a hand down to slip between my thighs, pressing his fingers against my clothed center.
“Already wet for me,” Andrew murmured beneath his breath as he rubbed steady circles against my panties.
I writhed on his lap, pressing myself against his hand as my lips found his. It wasn’t long before his teasing touch made me long for more. I reached down and pulled my panties aside, coaxing him to stroke his fingers over my clit. I gasped at the jolt of pleasure and gripped his shoulders, pulling on his white button-down shirt. As he rubbed circles against my clit, I unbuttoned his shirt, my fingers fumbling with his buttons.
Andrew shifted his shoulders to let the material slide down his arms. He moved his fingers down to my entrance, pushing one finger inside slowly. When I moaned into his mouth in response, he slipped another finger inside, curling them deep.
“Oh… fuck,” Andrew breathed out. His voice made me throb, and his fingers thrusting in and out of me only amplified the pleasure even more.
I rocked against his fingers, inviting him to go deeper and harder. The light stretch made my thighs quiver and my skin heat up even more.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” I said, giving him a pleading look. I was ready for him, needing him to give me this experience, this bliss.
Andrew drew his hand away, placing his other one on my cheek.
“Are you sure?” he asked me as he searched my eyes.
A smile crossed my face as I nodded.
“Please,” I whispered before kissing him deeply.
Andrew moved his hand around to the back of my head, slipping his fingers into my hair. He reached beneath him to undo his pants, pulling his hard cock out and drifting the head through my folds. When he reached my entrance, he slowly pushed inside of me.
I took him inch by inch, my eyes narrowing at the stretch. I couldn’t even concentrate on kissing him as my lips parted in a silent moan. My entire body automatically tensed up, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.
Andrew rubbed my back in a comforting manner as he fully sheathed himself inside of me.
“Okay?” he asked me as he gazed into my eyes.
I could see the concern in them, which made my heart race. How could my hired bodyguard seem to care so much? And how did he make my heart rate double with just a look?
“Move,” I confirmed with a nod, already beginning to move my hips.
Andrew grinned as he gripped my hips firmly, helping me bounce and rock on his lap. His fingers glided over my thighs and up my torso, reaching my breasts and nipples.
“I could stare at you all day, writhing on my lap with that perfect body of yours,” he told me as his eyes locked onto me.
My face warmed up as I continued moving on top of him. Before this, I was always nervous that I wouldn’t “perform” well or that I’d look stupid, but telling by how he looked at me with half-lidded, dark eyes and a dash of red on his cheeks from the heat, I didn’t have to worry about that. He was hooked and so was I.
“Feels better than I imagined,” I admitted as my nails trailed down his built chest. The pressure and heat felt so intoxicating. I wanted more and more, and I could feel a coil in the pit of my stomach tightening with each thrust.