Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She nods. “I trust you.”
Pride and nerves streak through me, joining the overwhelming amount of need coursing through my body. As far as sex goes, this is the most intimate I've ever been with a woman, and I'm suddenly aware of how important it is, crossing this line between us.
We may have said no strings, and that's fine, but this is more than a one-night stand. I like this girl. I’m friends with this girl. I’m about to deliver many orgasms to this girl. As many as she can handle until her body goes limp.
And it’s time to get to work.
I kiss my way down her chest, giving her breasts attention while I slide my fingers through her slit.
“Lawson,” she breathes my name again, and it makes me harder, if that's possible.
“Do you like this?” I ask, sliding two fingers into her heat. She's a goddamn dream. A dream folded into a fantasy and finished off with an outer-world experience.
“Yes,” she says, her hips arching into my touch. “Omigod,” she moans as I pump my fingers insider her, stretching her, feeling her, learning what makes her flutter, what makes her slick.
Fucking hell, I could die here a happy man.
“You're going to come on my fingers now,” I say, my free hand gently massaging her thigh as I grind the heel of my palm into her swollen clit—
“Lawson!” she cries out, her thighs trembling.
“Fuck, you're amazing,” I say, drawing back enough to reach for the foil packet and tearing it open. I roll it over my aching cock and settle myself between her thighs. “Fucking perfection,” I say as I tease her oversensitive pussy with the tip of my cock.
“You want more?” I ask, always wanting her to know that she’s in control. That she can tell me right now that she changed her mind, and I will climb off of her and go take an ice-cold shower.
Instead of answering, she reaches up to cup my face, drawing my mouth to hers before releasing me, and reaching down between us. She grabs my cock and guides it to her entrance, arching her hips so I sink in just an inch.
“Fuck, Blakely,” I groan through clenched teeth, doing my best to hold still as she does her best to get me inside her searing heat. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, and her sweet voice wrapping around such a dirty demand has me gliding inside her until I bottom out.
She moans, her hands flying around my back, squeezing the muscles there as I hold myself steady.
I know she's not a virgin, but I also know she wasn't well taken care of, and I'm not exactly average size. I give her the time she needs to adjust to me, but before I know it, she's arching her hips off the bed, moving on me despite me holding perfectly still.
“Omigod, you feel so good,” she breathes the words, and they go straight to my hungry ego.
I meet one of her hip rolls with a thrust, and I'm rewarded with the sweetest little moan, her nails digging into my back. “You're so hot and wet,” I say, pulling all the way out only to slam home again. “Hugging my cock like you were made for it.” I pull out and then slam home again. Each time Blakely raises her hips to meet my thrust, the two of us falling into a rhythm that I’m quickly losing myself in.
I capture her mouth with mine, never once breaking our rhythm as I kiss her, one arm holding me up above her, the other roaming over every inch of her body I can reach. Somehow, I'm inside her and it's not enough.
I need more.
I need to feel more of her.
I need to claim more of her.
She's a fucking goddess, and I'm the man dead set on worshipping her.
“Lawson,” she moans into my mouth, her body tightening.
“Already, damsel?” I grin, pure male pride rippling through me as I realize she’s about to come again.
I raise up enough so that I can watch her face, gliding into her over and over again in the exact way that makes her moans grow louder.
And then her lips part, a gasp ripping past them as her thighs tighten around my hips and her pussy flutters around my cock.
Watching her come is fucking beautiful, and I work her right through the crest of it, only slowing when she’s breathless and panting.
“Omigod,” she says. “Omigod.”
I dip down and kiss her again, sliding my free arm beneath her lower back and hefting her up higher so I can fuck her at a deeper angle. “We're not finished yet,” I say, and her eyes flare wide like she's shocked I haven't come yet.
Slowly, I slide my aching cock in inch by inch until I bottom out inside her again. She's slick, and the sounds of our sex fill her quiet room. She's shaking now, trembling but moving on me as if she just can't help but want more.