Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“But I want to be a good person all the time, not just sometimes, Poppy. I want that for us, because for me, you’re it. You are my one and only.”
This little gasp left her, and he leaned in and captured her mouth, swallowing the sound. He wanted her now, but he also knew they’d come out here because she said she wanted to be wild. He didn’t stop himself from pulling her across the front of the car, placing her on his lap, and reaching down and adjusting the seat so it went further back, giving them more room.
“I can feel how hard you are, Ace,” she said against his lips.
He grinned, lifted his pelvis up slightly, and ground his cock between her thighs. She wore a long skirt, and the material was bunched at her thighs, slightly covering her pussy. He wanted her naked, wanted to see every part of her.
“I’m hard for you. I’m always fucking hard for you,” he said in response, clenched his hands on her hips, and kissed her. They moaned, panted, and the sound of their kissing filled the interior. “But I’m not going to take you right here, baby.”
She pulled back, her pupils dilated, her mouth parted and glossy. He stared down at her chest, and the way he could see how hard her nipples were beneath the material of her shirt had his cock jerking. “I want you now, and I want you to fuck me.”
He groaned at her filthy language. “You can’t say things like that or I’ll come right in my jeans, baby.” He opened the door, helped her out, and once they were standing beside the driver’s side door he started leading her through the woods. It was dark, but the moonlight gave them enough visibility.
“Where are we going?” she asked on a whisper, and he tightened his hold on her hand, not responding right away. Five minutes later he stopped and positioned them behind a large tree. There was a clearing about twenty feet in front of them, and at that clearing was a massive bonfire, about fifty college-aged kids drinking beer, groping each other, and listening to loud music.
“Ace, what are we doing?” she said in another whisper.
He turned around, facing her, but didn’t respond. Smoothing his hand on her cheek, he moved it down, over her throat, down her collarbones, and covered her breasts. The sound of the people laughing, and some even moaning as they did sexual things just feet from them, had a gasp leaving her and his cock hardening like a damn steel pipe between his thighs.
“You said you wanted to get wild, and I’m about to make that happen.” He pressed her up against the tree, ground his dick into her belly until she gasped slightly, and saw the way her eyes widened as she turned her head. She was looking at the people that were so close to them, ones that could walk the short distance and see what they were doing.
“They could see us, hear us,” she said on a breath, and the way he saw her pulse beating at the base of her throat, knew she was aroused by the heat she was throwing off, told Ace this was getting her off.
“Look at me,” he said low, commanding.
She turned her head and looked at him. He smoothed his hand over the side of her head, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and tilted her head to the side. He then dipped his head and ran his tongue up the length of her throat.
“God,” she said and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh.
“Not God, baby, but you’ll be saying that and more when I finally fuck you, right here with people just right on the other side of us.”
13
Lauren was losing her damn mind right now. Ace was like a madman, desperate for her, hungry for her body. She was the same for him though, so damn wet her panties were soaked clean through. The sound of the people partying just around the tree, feet from them, turned her on more than it probably should.
She pushed him away an inch, but before he could say anything she shed her clothes. When she stood there in her undergarments he took control, pushing her bra up so her breasts spilled out of the bottom, but not removing it. He then grabbed the side of her panties, tore them as if they were tissue, and brought them up to his face. Holding her gaze with his own, he inhaled deeply, obviously smelling the wetness from her arousal, and growling low in his throat.
“You smell so fucking sweet.” He shoved the panties in the back of his jeans pocket, smoothed his hands over her breasts, down her belly, and cupped her between her thighs. A gasp of pleasure left her when he slid his fingers through her slicked cleft, teased her pussy hole, and then brought her moisture to her clit. He strummed the little bud back and forth, gently yet so fast that she rose on her toes, feeling her arousal climb higher.