Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Oh, yes,” she moans.
Yeah, any kind of control I had deserts me in that moment and I turn into a fucking animal (no pun intended). I pull almost all the way out, then plunge back in. We both groan in ecstasy and I repeat the motion, dragging my cock along her walls and adjusting my entry so that I’m hitting her G-spot, making her scream in pleasure.
I may be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do my research.
I grasp Colette’s hips and tighten her legs around me before getting back up onto my knees. I watch my cock disappear as my hips punch with increasing speed and I pull her forward to meet every thrust. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of our cries and my balls slapping against her ass with as I fuck her with complete abandon.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” I shout as I feel another orgasm begin to race from my spine. Colette’s pussy is clamped around me and I can feel how close she is, but I want her to go off before I do. I let my ass fall back so I’m sitting on my calves and it causes Colette to arch her back, which opens her up, baring her red, engorged clit, shiny from our mixed cum.
I pinch the little bundle of nerves and she screams as she flings her arms out beside her like wings and practically tears at the bedding. She’s so close and I’m about to blow, so I slap her pussy before snatching her up so she’s sitting on me and bouncing her up and down on my dick. My mouth crashes down on hers and together, we burst into tiny pieces of pure bliss.
Chapter 7
Colette
I had maybe half a glass of champagne the night before, but I wake up feeling super groggy. There’s no reason for me to be hungover, but my eyes are bleary and my body is sore. I shift positions, trying to get comfortable, and realize my aches are in places I’ve never felt before. It takes about a minute for my memories of everything that happened with Tyson to come roaring back. I jerk up in the bed, but I don’t get far before his arm tightens around my stomach. “Go back to sleep, baby. You need more rest.”
“And whose fault is it that I didn’t get enough sleep last night?” I grumble.
He nuzzles his face against my neck and presses a kiss there before whispering, “Mine.”
I shiver as goosebumps pop up along my skin, both from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin and remembering all the other places he’d kissed me. Any spots he’d missed the first time around, he’d more than made up for during our second and third bouts of lovemaking. I don’t think there’s an inch of my skin he hasn’t kissed. More than just kissed—he licked, sucked, and nibbled all over me. He also took me bare each and every time. While talking about putting a baby in my belly. “That might not be the only thing you’re responsible for doing last night.”
“Hmmm,” he murmurs against my ear, snuggling closer.
I twist in his arms and frown at him. “Don’t ‘hmmm’ me. You might’ve gotten me pregnant, buster.”
His lips tilt up in a satisfied smirk. “Yeah, and I probably did it while you flew apart because you love hearing me talk about filling your belly with my baby, sucking the milk out—”
I press the palm of my hand against his mouth to make him stop talking. If he keeps going, it’s going to completely distract me because I can already feel myself growing damp. “How am I supposed to think straight with all of your naked awesomeness right in front of me? Or when your huge cock is filling me up and hitting all the right spots?”
His shoulders start to shake. Even though I know how ridiculous I sound; I poke him in the ribs. He quirks a brow and asks, “Do you really want me to apologize for making you lose your mind while you scream in pleasure?”
“Of course I don’t,” I sigh, dropping my head against his chest. “It’s just that it’s impossible for me to think clearly around you.”
“Hey, now.” He presses a long finger under my chin to tilt my head back and frowns. “Are you trying to tell me you regret what happened between us?”
“No!” My response is instinctual, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I stare into his bright blue eyes so he can see how sincere I am as I continue, “I’m freaking out a little at the idea of possibly becoming a mom so quickly, but I don’t regret what we did. Not even a tiny bit. You’re”—I struggle to find the right word, but it’s impossible because there isn’t one big enough to describe Tyson. I finally settle for—“incredible.”