Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Still no pretty pleas falling from your lips?” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement.
Not trusting herself to speak, she shook her head, determined to hold out, if only to extend this decadent pleasure and see what he did next.
He straightened, releasing her breasts and nipple, and gave her a wicked grin. “Looks like I’m going to have to get creative.”
He turned her around so that she was facing the wall, her bare breasts pressed against the cool surface, and placed her hands flat beside her head, his no touching rule still in place. He reached around and unfastened her pants and lowered her zipper, then shamelessly pushed his hand inside her underwear. The second his fingers slid between her legs and discovered how aroused she was, he released a low, gratified groan.
He pressed his chest to her back, anchoring her there with the strength and heat of his body. “I think you’re lying,” he said, putting his mouth near her ear. “You’re absolutely soaked.”
He continued to stroke her slick pussy, alternating with deeper caresses and an occasional tug of her clit that drove her mad. Her hips started to move back and forth instinctively as she tried to fuck herself on his fingers and attempted to chase the orgasm he held just out of her reach. His other hand played with her breasts, and the solid length of his dick rubbed up against her ass every time she gyrated against him.
The whole situation was so dirty and illicit, and everything she needed. A safe space to let him take control of her body and pleasure, and her being able to let go and just feel.
Every time she tipped close to the edge of release, he slowed things down, and she couldn’t hold back the frustrated sob that escaped her throat.
“You want to come, baby girl?” he asked, his fingers dancing across her clit once again in a light, teasing rhythm—not nearly enough pressure to get her off.
She made an inarticulate sound and nodded frantically, grinding against his hand in response.
“I want to hear you say the words,” he demanded.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please make me come.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, burying his face into the hair cascading along the side of her neck while his fingers gave her what she so desperately needed. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on this pussy and lick every inch of you. I already know you taste like fucking candy, but right now, I want you to come all over my hand.”
She did exactly as he ordered, her orgasm slamming into her so hard her body jerked against his and she felt her legs give out on her. The hand at her breast immediately moved lower, his arm banding around her waist to hold her up as she sobbed and shook and flew apart in the most glorious, euphoric way.
When the blissful fog finally cleared from her mind and she could think and breathe right again, she rested her head against the wall and sighed. “That was . . . so good, but not nearly enough.”
Still pressed up against her from behind, Tripp chuckled, the deep, dirty sound vibrating against her back. “Greedy girl. Now that your first orgasm is out of the way, ask me nicely for what you really want.”
She smiled, loving how easy it was to play this game with him, to ask for what she wanted, knowing he’d oblige. “Fuck me, Tripp, please.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he said, and she gasped as he effortlessly swept her into his arms and started carrying her through the living room and down a hallway. “All night long. Or at least until you beg me to stop.”
She laughed at his arrogance and wound her arms around his neck, already anticipating one of the best nights of her life.
* * *
Tripp took Skye to his bedroom and placed her on his bed, right where she belonged. He didn’t waste any time getting her completely naked, stripping off her bra and removing her shoes, jeans, and panties, then let her recline back on the mattress while he rid himself of his own clothes.
Her skin was flushed, not out of modesty, but from the orgasm he’d just given her, and her skin pinkened even more as she watched through half-mast eyes as he quickly shed his own garments, until he was just as bare. She bit her bottom lip, her gaze traveling from his face, down his chest and abs, to his groin. She stared at his thick, erect cock as she squirmed on the mattress impatiently. He retrieved a condom from the nightstand and sheathed his dick.
How many times had he imagined this scenario—Skye spread out on his bed, her glorious silky hair sweeping across his pillow and that come hither look in her eyes inviting him to bury his cock deep inside her body. It was a reoccurring fantasy he visited whenever he needed an image to jack off to, but tonight, she was his reality and he planned to enjoy every single second with her.