Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I know this because it’s where Samuel and Heidi disappeared to halfway through their reception party. Heidi returned with ruffled hair and the hem of her gorgeous wedding dress tucked in her lacy underwear. Her cheeks were super rosy, and her eyes were dilated with lust. If they didn’t consummate their vows in the staff bathroom, I’m not a preacher’s daughter.
“No.” Caleb’s nibble on my bottom lip during his denial stops my inner vixen stomping her feet. After dragging his tongue across the welt his munch caused, he locks his eyes with mine. “No bathrooms.”
“Then where?” My voice is way too husky for my liking. It is almost desperate. Yours would be too if Caleb’s lips were doing the same wicked things to your mouth. And don’t get me started on the way he’s pinning me to the wall with his crotch, or I’ll combust right now. I’m lost to an unquenchable craving and uncaring of how badly it will end as long as my needs are taken care of.
After grinning like he appreciates the carelessness of my tone, Caleb strays his eyes to the left before dragging them to the right.
I feel the deflation of his chest more than I see it.
There’s nowhere for us to go but the staff bathroom, but he seems super apprehensive.
His chest competes for space with mine when he locks his lust-crammed eyes with the bathroom door. He drinks it in long enough for sweat to perspire at the tops of his brows before his hooded gaze eventually shifts lower.
I inappropriately moan when his second smile for the night breaks across his face. Anyone would swear he saw the neon lights of a motel through the back emergency exit door for how big his smile is. “It has the same frosted tint as the bathroom last week, but this time your dress is long enough to hide us when I squash you against it.”
Each of his words is delivered with a smooth rock of his hips as he walks us toward the emergency exit door of the kitchen. The precise rubs of his cock’s head against my aching clit have me so mindless with need again, I’m blind to the fact we’re about to fuck in public.
I can see nothing but him and an insane need to fuck.
“Grip me, Jess. Hold on to me real fucking tight so your head gets nowhere near the glass when I stuff my cock deep inside you.” Caleb’s request proves he was part of my exchange with Warren long enough to hear my confession that he pushed my head into a mirror, but since I’m clawing at him in desperation for him to make true on his threat of stuffing his dick inside me, I act ignorant.
Warren can wait.
The world can wait.
However, I cannot.
“Please fuck me.”
Primal urges pump through me when Caleb smiles a wicked grin before he wedges his hand between us to free his cock from his trousers. My feet dig into his glorious ass when the quickest swipe of his cock’s head across my inflamed clit has me almost climbing up the wall.
The tension is that hot.
One swipe and I almost crumble into a sweaty, blubbering heap.
“Say it again,” Caleb demands, his voice croaky.
A bead of sweat topples down my cheeks when I shake my head.
I am not a beggar.
Never have been.
Never will be.
With his eyes locked on mine and the anguish in them vanished, Caleb drags the head of his cock over my clit for the second time, making a liar out of me.
“Please.”
His husky voice exposes his constraint is as unraveled as mine when he mutters, “You missed the last two words.”
He’s as snowed under as me, but I surrender like I’ve never orgasmed in my life. “Please fuck me. I—”
Any further pleas planning to leave my mouth lodge into the back of my throat when a female voice shouts Caleb’s name from the kitchen. “Caleb.”
“Oh shit. Is that your wife?”
“I’m not married,” Caleb grunts out before lining up his girthy dick with the entrance of my pussy. “And I ain’t letting you go for the second time. Let me do this, Jessie. Let me make you scream my name while you ride my cock like a Ferris wheel at a fair… over and over again.”
I bob my head half an inch before he slams home. Since I’m drenched from his kisses, he lunges inside me with only the slightest bit of protest. Then, in an embarrassingly short time frame, an orgasm tears through my body.
It rips through me like a wildfire, ramping up my breathless moans to hearty squeals. I moan on repeat as the brutal flood of desire swamps me. It is so overwhelming, wetness pricks my eyes as Caleb’s name ripples through my quivering lips.
“Keep it down,” Caleb requests through big, hearty pumps when my orgasm refuses to relent. “Even with your pussy strangling my cock, I’m not close to the finish line yet.”