Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Needing her more open than she is right now, I lift her off the ground a few inches, laying her back on the bed. I spread her legs with the full breadth of my shoulders.
“That,” she whispers. “Keep doing that.”
I resist the urge to slide two fingers inside of her, desperate for my cock to be the first thing to experience it this evening.
I suck a little harder, tease a little longer with my tongue, and in a matter of minutes, she’s pulsing against my mouth, tiny whimpers of pleasure floating out of her mouth.
I can’t waste another second, and in a flash, I have a condom rolled down my cock and I’m sliding home.
We both hiss in relief. Oral is amazing, but God, there’s just nothing that compares to being inside of her like this.
“Fuck,” I grunt, the warning signs of an impending orgasm grasping at me, clawing its way down my spine.
“Don’t,” she snaps. “Make me come again and I’ll count it as two for you.”
I chuckle, the desperation in her tone drawing the reaction.
“Yeah?” I pull out slowly, letting the length of me glide through the slickness of her desire. “What’s it going to take to get you there? This?”
I skate my thumb over her clit, slow circles making her eyes flutter.
“Or this?” Leaning back on my knees, her legs spread wide so she’s completely open to me, I lick the thumb on my free hand and pinch her nipple. Her back bows, head thrown back and pressed into the mattress.
“Hard, Jude. Just fuck me harder.”
Pleasure sweeps over me as I do my best to give exactly what she’s begging for. Her enjoyment is my enjoyment after all, but two working hands and snapping hips as I drive deep takes a lot of coordination. I somehow manage. This thumb, that thumb, hips, somehow it all works—for both of us, and somehow, someway, I gather enough restraint to hold off like she begged until her pussy clamps with the first squeeze of her orgasm, and then all bets are off.
I lean forward, digging both clenched fists into the mattress at her sides and drive into her over and over with so much force, I’d be concerned about hurting her if her eyes weren’t fluttering and she wasn’t begging and pleading, saying some of the filthiest things I’ve heard as I fuck her through her orgasm.
“God. Damn. It.” I grunt the words coming out individually with each contraction of my own release.
I nearly collapse on her, barely catching myself on my elbows as her hands slip on my sweat-slick skin.
I kiss her because I just have to, and maybe that’s the wrong thing to do. Maybe just praising each other for a good time would be better. Maybe it’s a kiss of gratitude.
Maybe I’m an idiot and falling for a girl that’s only interested in a good time.
Regardless of the reason, I need it. I need her mouth on mine. I need her arms around me, drawing me in closer. I need her legs locked over my hips.
And she does not disappoint.
“Mmm,” I mumble against her lips at the sensation of her fluttering down my cock that’s still hard as hell and buried deep inside of her.
“Again?” she whispers.
“Disappointed?” I ask with a swivel to my hips. “Are you throwing in the towel already?”
“Not a chance,” she says, a sparkle in her eyes when I pull back to look down at her.
She shifts her weight, indicating that she wants out from under me, but I realize quickly it’s not so she can get away. She climbs on me the instant I’m on my back, straddling my legs. The used rubber is pulled off and discarded over the edge of the bed, and this devil woman uses her mouth to clean my cock before rolling another condom down my dick.
I almost open my mouth to say I just want to hold her. I know I can come over and over for hours, and that has more to do with her than my body’s ability, but I’m scared she’ll leave once I do concede, and I never want this night to end.
“Jesus, Parker,” I hiss when she lines up and slides down my cock.
“Feel good?”
“It’s absolute heaven. Come here.”
She leans forward, hips still moving her up and down my length, and once again I’m completely enamored with this woman, wondering what exactly we look like in this situation. The flex of her hips, her pussy riding me without moving her upper body—Jesus, it’s movie worthy.
And so the night continues. By three in the morning, we mutually agree that a refueling break is needed and a nap is required. I’m still thick in my basketball shorts and she’s still slick when I toss her one of my t-shirts before heading to the kitchen. The desire hasn’t faded, but there’s also only so much the body can manage without reprieve.