Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“Definitely.”
Daisy
I was sound asleep when I felt his hand on my hip, his breath warm on my neck. "Hey, are you awake?" he whispered.
I groaned and rolled over to face him, rubbing my eyes. "What time is it?" I mumbled, trying to focus on his face in the dim light of the room but unable to make it out in the dark.
"Does it matter?" I can hear his smirk. "I just can't keep my hands off you."
I laughed and shook my head, but I couldn't help the way my heart raced at the thought of him wanting me so badly.
Drake kisses me. Hot, languid open-mouthed kisses that taste better in the still of the night, desire building as I felt his hands start to explore my body.
Softly caressing my tits. Fingers playing with my nipple as if the action were soothing to him, mouth never leaving mine.
We kissed for what felt like an eternity, lost in the moment and completely consumed by each other.
As we continue to explore each other's bodies, too dark to see his face, I wish I could see the way his eyes darken with desire, and the way his lips curve into a sexy smile.
I keep my eyes closed, wanting to fully feel the pleasure he was giving me.
His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and making my body tingle with pleasure. I moaned softly as he explored every inch of me, his fingers dancing over my skin, hands sliding over my stomach, making their way between my legs to stroke my heat.
Suddenly, he pulls back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you again," he whispered, his voice husky with desire and sleep.
So tired.
But he’s so sexy…
“Yes…”
I could feel my orgasm building, my body yearning for his touch. All over. Inside me. Without a word, I pulled him back down to me, feeling his body press against mine as he fills me completely for the second time tonight.
In the darkness, we move together, lost in the moment. Consumed by each other, bodies dancing in the dark, nothing but the sounds of our bodies and our breathing.
Unhurried.
Painstakingly slow.
Like foreplay even though he’s already inside me.
Kissing me. Whispering to me.
“You feel so fucking good…”
“God, you’re tight…”
“I could live inside you, baby…”
Say it again.
Do it again.
forty-nine
drake
My girlfriend caught me using a blow-dryer on my dick. When she asked what I was doing, I guess saying, “Heating up your dinner,” was the wrong answer.
I haven’t stopped thinking about Daisy all day.
Not when she’d stood on her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye this morning before her roommate woke up and found me in her bed. Not when I’d gone to the gym and worked out for two hours with my buddies.
Not when I got home to shower.
Okay, confession time: I wasn’t able to stop thinking about her in the shower because I’d leaned against the cold tile wall and jerked off to the image of her.
So there.
Satisfied?
’Cause I was…
Jerking off, that is.
Ha.
“Where were you last night?” Drew is standing in the doorway of my room as I drop the towel around my waist, letting it fall to the floor as I grab a fresh pair of underwear and bend to pull them on.
“Daisy’s.”
I can hear the surprise in his voice when he says, “Oh?”
“You sound like a prude,” I joke, digging sweatpants out of a dresser drawer. “Do you have a problem with me bein’ at Daisy’s?”
“Course I don’t have a problem. I was just wonderin’ where you were.” He hesistates, and it’s clear he has more to say. “Did you spend the night?”
“Yup.” I pull a hoodie over my head, knowing I should give him the facts to put an end to his questioning. “We’ve been seein’ each other.”
“You have?” He settles in, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed. “Since when? And how did I not know this?”
“You’ve been busy.” I walk to the closet and hang my damp towel on the door since Ryann is in the bathroom now and I can’t very well barge in to hang it in its proper place. “I meant to tell you.”
He waits.
“We went to dinner last night and…”
“Fucked.”
“No, dude, that’s not what I was gonna say.” Jeez, cut me some slack. I mean, yeah, we fucked, but I hadn’t planned on leading with that information. “We went to dinner, and it was a nice date—our fifth.”
“Your fifth? You’ve been on five dates already, and you’re just now tellin’ me?” Drew scratches at the back of his skull. “Where the hell have I been this whole time?”
Studying. Going to class.
Doing the shit he does when I’m not around.
“How the hell should I know? I’ve been coming and goin and neither you or Ryann have been around so I’ve been doin my own thing. I don’t need you to wipe my ass.”