Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Five, seven, eights, pretty decent, and good?” he asked, running a single finger down her spine. Each touch made her shiver, not in fear but anticipation. “I knew you had a smart mouth, I just didn’t realize how much of one.”
She winked. “At least you think my mouth is smart.”
“Yeah, but you see, I don’t consider myself a perfectionist. Not really. I’m fucking bad at it, but when it comes to pleasing a woman and fucking, I am a master at it. I am a perfectionist at it.” He gripped the back of her neck tightly, and pulled her against him. Their lips were so close, but not quite touching. “And I think I will be kind to you about those scores, but only this once.”
Before she could say anything more, his lips were pressed against hers, and she melted against him, not wanting him to stop. His lips felt so good.
She moaned his name, and he growled against her lips. She had no choice but to grab onto his shoulders as she suddenly moved her into a new position, and then she felt the hard ridge of his cock at her entrance.
Harlow tightened her hold on him as he slid her down his length, and she took inch by inch inside her. She loved the feel of him as he filled her and she didn’t want him to stop. Thrusting her head back, she let out a moan, desperate for more.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful,” he said.
Harlow was so taken aback, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She hadn’t even realized she had closed her eyes until he spoke.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yeah, you are.”
No one had ever called her that before.
Hunter took hold of her hips and began to slide her up and down his length. She sunk her teeth into her lip, and he let go of her body to cup her face. His thumb traced across her lip, and then he pulled it out from between her teeth. He gave a little tut.
“No, you don’t get to control those screams. I want to hear them,” he said.
Hunter lifted her up, and she was very much aware of the water that surrounded them, but that didn’t seem to stop him as he worked her up and down his length. He held onto her, driving inside her, going in deeper. There hadn’t been any pain this time, but there was an ache. A pleasure one, that drove her higher and higher.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to contain the moans, but then his hands wandered. One of them went to the back of her neck, as the other moved down to between their thighs.
The moment he touched her clit, there was no holding back. She was so sensitive, and Hunter seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he captured her cries of release. The kiss was hard, commanding, and deep.
The pleasure began to build within her body, threatening to spill over instantly, but Hunter kept her dancing at the precipice, not allowing her to fall. He held her perched on the very edge, and she begged and pleaded, all of which was lost as he kissed her.
She knew exactly what he was doing. Hunter was letting her knew he was in charge. She was at his mercy, no one else’s. Just his.
Another moan, another whimper, and then he took her over the edge. With his cock buried deep inside her, this felt so different. She felt so full and yet it was like he wouldn’t allow her to stop. Even when she didn’t think she could take any more, he took her over the edge into a second, unexpected orgasm.
Harlow could do no more than feel at this time. She felt him, ached for him, and then he was ready for more. He returned his hands to her hips and began to thrust inside her, driving in harder and faster, fucking her so deep that she didn’t know where she ended or he began. It felt so good. Hunter was like a machine, and this time, water spilled over the edge of the tub with the sheer force of his thrusts.
She couldn’t do anything but hold onto his shoulders. He had turned her into liquid.
And now, it was his turn. She watched him, unable to look away as he came. He pulled her down onto his cock, and she felt his length as it pulsed inside her. Each pulse reminding her that she wasn’t on birth control, and he wasn’t wearing a condom. The moment it was over, Hunter pressed his face against her chest, kissing each tit in turn.
“We fucked up,” Harlow said.
Hunter groaned. “Why?”
“We haven’t used any kind of birth control,” she said. She hated to break the mood, but seeing as this wasn’t a true relationship, she didn’t see the point in hiding it. “And you didn’t wear a condom.”