Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
He pulled away and fumbled with a condom wrapper. I watched him through hooded eyelids, sweat beading on my brow. I wasn’t sure where to look—his toned abs, tattooed biceps, or muscular forearms. I licked my lips appreciatively, groaning aloud when he lined his cock at my entrance and pushed.
Yeah, it hurt, but I didn’t mind at all. I was one of those oddballs who got a wicked high at that precipice where pain gave way to pleasure. I held my breath as Court inched forward, my hands splayed on his pecs.
He bottomed out, pausing to rest his forehead on mine. “You okay?”
“Mmm, yes. Just gimme a sec. I like this.”
He hummed in agreement. “Me too, but you’re kinda killing me. You’re so…tight.”
“I do my Kegels.”
Court chuckled, deep and low. “You what?”
“You heard me. They say it’s good for pelvic floor strength and—”
He put his hand over my mouth. “Shh. Don’t go medical on me, Ive. Just tell me when I can move.”
“Now.”
And he did.
He pulled halfway out and surged forward, setting a slow but steady pace. I lifted my legs and clutched his ass in a wordless request for more.
“Harder. Oh, fuck, yes. Harder.”
Court snapped his hips and set a wicked rhythm. I didn’t miss a beat. I arched upward to meet him thrust for thrust, twisting our tongues greedily. He broke the kiss and braced his weight on his left arm, bending my right knee to my chest. The new angle brought us impossibly closer, as if he’d managed to move deeper than ever inside me.
I gasped at the intensity of the steady glide of his cock against my sweet spot. I wasn’t going to last. That was my last semi-coherent thought as I slipped my hand between us to jerk myself.
“You want to come?”
“Yeah, I’m…I…”
He curled his fingers around mine, still pounding me into the mattress. He grazed his thumb over my slit and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Come for me.”
I immediately shattered into a thousand pieces. My body convulsed and trembled as cum spurted across my stomach. I was flying somewhere over the universe high as a kite and yet I was here, clinging to this powerful big man. His orgasm struck a moment later. He roared with the force of it, bucking his hips until he was spent and wrung out.
I buried my nose in the crook of his neck and kissed his cheek before slowly disentangling my limbs. Court flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling, mumbling under his breath.
“Did you say something?” I reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand and pulled out a few.
“Maybe, but I can’t remember my name yet, so don’t quote me.”
We cleaned up and burrowed under the duvet, facing each other.
Now, this was where things got dicey with new lovers. In my experience, it didn’t matter how mind-blowing the sex was either. There were practical things to cover, like…was this going to be a sleepover? Of course, I had to wake up early, so that would probably be a quick discussion. But the fact that boundaries needed to be reestablished when my body felt like mush sort of sucked.
And I might have to explain my mini pre-sex meltdown. Yikes.
“Thanks for the fritter,” I blurted, tracing a faint scar on his forearm. “I paired it with our medium roast, and it was amazing.”
Court chuckled, his nose and eyes crinkling merrily. “I just fucked your brains out and you’re thinking about fritters?”
“Sorry.” I buried my face into my pillow to hide my certain blush. “Awkward moment.”
“Hey, let me see you.” He tapped my shoulder, kissing me when I lifted my chin. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“Better than the fritter. Say it,” he teased.
I barked a laugh. “Much much better.”
We eventually made our way downstairs and ordered Chinese. We curled up together on the sofa, sipping wine and making small talk while we waited for our delivery.
“What’d you do today?” I asked, twisting the stem of my glass between my fingers.
“I went for an early run to the sports center, worked out at the gym, then showered and hitched a ride with Riley to the rink. I was there all afternoon.”
“Are you liking your job a little more?”
Court chuckled. “Well…I don’t hate it. The kids are cute and when they aren’t driving me batty, they’re hilarious.”
I grinned. “I bet. Tell me about them.”
“Okay.” He wrinkled his brow as if in deep thought. “While I explained the importance of grip placement today, this seven-year-old named Russ dared a cute girl with braids whose name I can’t remember to do somersaults at center ice.”
“I would totally take that dare.”
“Of course you would. Yesterday, Jack and Jason got into a big fight. I had to put them both in the sin bin for throwing punches,” he continued.