Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
I pushed into his hand, into him as I stood, chin lifted, chest pressing against the bottom of his, eyes locked and sure.
His hand slid to my neck and his fingers curled around it, like he was ready to stop me and throw me off him if he had to.
Or like he was ready to grip and squeeze and control and own.
“I. Can. Do. This,” I breathed, punctuating each word by pressing more into his touch.
He let out a shaky exhale, jaw clicking with reserve.
That hand around my throat tightened with just enough pressure to make me moan.
The sound unleashed us both.
And with my blood pumping and heart galloping out of control, Will nudged his thigh between mine and rocked me into the table with enough pressure to bruise where the glass hit my lower back.
I inhaled a gasp at the feel of that thick, hot thigh right where I needed pressure, and Will ran his hand down the front of me, roughly palming my left breast before both his hands gripped my ass and rolled me against him.
My legs shook, another pathetic moan ripping from my throat.
So much better than my pillow.
“Goddamn, Chloe,” he husked, gripping my ass in two handfuls before he spanked me and groaned at my resulting gasp. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long, to feel you pressed against me just like this.”
He made me roll against him again, and this time, I took over, loving the way it felt, needing more. I rocked and arched until my clit had the maximum pressure, and my eyes fluttered open on a moan just in time to see Will’s unrestrained appreciation.
He loosened his grip, letting me ride, wetting his lips and watching where I straddled his leg.
“Fuck,” he said, hands roaming up again until one palmed my breast through the thin fabric of my pajamas and the other tightened around my throat.
He forced me to look at him, and it felt both mortifying and hot as hell when I humped his leg again with my eyes locked on his.
“You can come just like this, can’t you?” he asked, meeting me thrust for thrust with the pressure I needed to drive closer. “Filthy fucking girl. Fucking my leg. I bet you’ve fucked your hand just like this and thought of me, haven’t you?”
I moaned and closed my eyes, unable to look at him as shame and desire made heat flood my cheeks. Why did I love this? My first time with a man, he’d been silent save for some very unattractive grunts and asking me do you like that two seconds before he came.
But this…
It was like Will saw what I didn’t, like he knew what to say without a word from me to confirm or deny. He was reading my body language, my moans and gasps.
“Don’t shy away now,” he said, squeezing my neck until I fluttered my eyes open once more. “Take it. Take your first one.”
First one?
I was still processing what that meant when Will licked a hot line along the slope of my neck, sucking my earlobe between his teeth and nibbling it as chills rocked through me.
“Your second one will be on my tongue,” he promised, his voice low and husky in my ear.
The words were so dirty, so hot. I gripped onto his shoulders and bucked against him, wild and hard, releasing whatever bit of shame was still holding on.
I didn’t know if this was a dream, a fantasy, or real life.
All I knew was that I didn’t want to stop.
Will groaned in my ear as I picked up the pace, and I held onto him like he was my lifeline, rocking and rolling against his thigh with my orgasm mounting more with every bit of friction I found.
“That’s it,” he praised, and when his teeth clamped down on my lobe again, I whimpered. “Ride my thigh like you want to ride my cock. Show me how good you’ll take me when I finally let you.”
Jesus Christ.
Those words in my ear. His voice hot and raspy and all-consuming.
I was riding wildly now, and Will must have enjoyed the view of my tits bouncing because he leaned back and pinned his lip with his eyes on my chest as I rolled my hips and tangled my hands in his hair.
I didn’t want to wake up.
I didn’t want to go back to not knowing what it would feel like to have his hands on me.
I didn’t want to abide by this stupid fucking no kissing rule, because as my climax crested, I wanted to moan into his mouth, I wanted him to muffle the embarrassing screams that were climbing out of my throat.
Instead, I dug my nails into his shoulders, violently shaking as blood rushed from every corner of my body right between my legs.