Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
He growls against my lips, turning me to hot liquid as he says, “Call me whatever you want, Janie, as long as I’m the only one you’re calling for.”
“Done,” I say without hesitation, falling into him for a lusty, smoking-hot kiss. His hands glide over my bottom, trailing along the crease of my ass and squeezing the globes in his palms. His hands then slide down the backs of my thighs before he squeezes them with his fingers, pulling them wide so I’m straddling him in the most delicious way. His breath catches against my mouth, and my center pulsates with need. I tear my mouth from his, kissing down his chin and then up his jaw. His moans are music to my ears as I catch his lobe in between my teeth, and I’m rewarded with a naughty hiss.
I kiss and suck down his neck, kissing his shoulder before I go back up, meeting his mouth. Our kisses are dangerous, our breathing is erratic, and it’s all too much.
Then not enough.
I lick his top lip then his bottom lip as I move my hands down his chest to the front of his shorts. I undo them quickly as he molds his hands to my ass and his breath comes out in gasps against my lips. I release him, running my hand up and down his velvety, hot length. A guttural moan leaves his chest, and I’m shaking everywhere. I look up to find him watching me, his eyes dark, hooded, and I know what I want.
I rise up on my knees, the side of the car digging into my skin, but I ignore it. He tries to help me get my shorts off, but we don’t have enough space. I put my finger in the center seam and rip a hole right where he needs to go. I don’t have panties on because they got wet in the shower. I threw them away, and at this moment, I am so thankful.
“Holy fuck, Austen. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Very pleased with myself, I move over him and drop down onto his cock. He’s still a tight fit, but I welcome it as my ass hits his thighs and his gasp shatters my whole being. I start to move up and down him with the help of his hands on my hips. He leans into the seat, his head dropping back, and I hold his shoulders as I slide along his cock, my insides screaming with excitement and want. He drops his hand from my hip, slipping to my center, and with his thumb, he enters the hole I made to find my clit. I cry out, arching into his thumb, and his mouth catches mine, capturing all the moans and cries his thumb draws out of me. He circles his thumb in a maddening pattern along my clit as I ride his cock like I have even the slightest clue of what I’m doing. It’s all him, though, touching me, guiding my hip, and I know I never would have experienced anything like this with anyone else.
It’s only him.
My release is right there, and I’m unsure which part, his cock or his thumb, has me crying his name as my body slumps against his when the orgasm vibrates inside me. His laughter is torture as he takes my hips and starts to thrust up into me, hard and with no control. His eyes are wild, and I feel like the most beautiful girl under his gaze. When he hits his, filling me completely, he wraps his arms around me as he jerks up into me, a shiver running through his striking body.
Our breaths mingle as we both gasp for breath, holding each other as the world around us comes back into view. I kiss his neck then his jaw before forcing myself to lift my head from his shoulder and kiss his swollen lips. The kiss is lazy and utterly delicious. He bites my bottom lip then my jaw before he groans against my lips. “Can I not get you in a bed? I mean, fuck, you drive me crazy!”
I can’t help it. I laugh so hard it should hurt my gut, but I don’t feel it.
I only feel him.
“I’m not going to lie either,” he says, laughing. “I can’t wait to watch you try to get into the apartment with that hole in your shorts.”
I dissolve into more laughter, completely taken with him as he holds me, kissing me and making it really hard to figure out how I am going to get myself inside without anyone seeing my ass.
But honestly, I don’t even care.
thirty-one
Dimitri
Austen’s book lays on my chest as she lies on my body between my legs. My arms are around her, my controller for my Xbox on her back as I play and she reads. I have never been in this kind of a position with anyone as I’ve played my game, and I’m wondering why I ever allowed her to sit not five feet from me without pulling her into my arms just like this. A loading scene comes up on the game, so I move a hand from my controller to her hair, running my fingertips over the strands. I put my hand on the back of her neck, rubbing circles along the skin below her ear. She leans into my hand, her eyes not leaving the page she reads. A small smile pulls at my lips, and I know exactly why we didn’t lie like this before. She’s distracting as hell, and I wouldn’t have played my game or even allowed her to read. She feels too damn good against my body, and her face is so expressive when she’s reading. Her nose wrinkles, her breath catches, and her laughter awakens all kinds of naughty things inside me.