Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
And the fact that she allowed me to grab her like that, like I owned her, like she was mine…fuck.
Her arms had been by her sides the entire time, but when she fell into my kiss, her hands moved to my arms, one hand on my bicep, the other on my forearm. She tilted her neck back so she could accept my kiss, her tongue a landing strip. She was a damn good kisser, moving her tongue in subtle but powerful ways, breathing into my mouth with suppressed moans.
I turned her around and gently guided her backward to the car so I could pin her down and really enjoy her. She allowed me to steer her, her eyes closed and her mouth focused on mine like she trusted me, or better yet, she didn’t give a damn what I was up to.
With her back pressed into the car, I continued to kiss her, our bodies intertwined, her tits against my chest. It was dark, and there wasn’t a streetlamp nearby, so we had privacy until somebody decided to take a late-night stroll. She and I kissed each other like we were alone in the world, didn’t even need a bed to have the best sex of our lives.
She didn’t stop me or push me away. This time, she couldn’t resist. This time, she was addicted. Her hands started to explore my body, gliding over my hard chest before she felt the strong the muscles in my back. Her lips started to move faster; she breathed harder. She moaned into my mouth like my fat dick was inside her.
I undid the top of my jeans and let them sink down just a little before I grabbed her leg and hiked it over my hip. Her short dress rose to her hips, her panties visible if anyone was looking. If I could get a peek, I would, but I was too busy kissing this delicious mouth.
Now, I pressed my body into hers again, this time pressing the outline of my dick in my boxers right against her pussy. I wanted her to know exactly what I had to offer, what I could give her if she took me home right now. I ground against her, thick fat shaft hitting her right in the clit.
Her nails clawed at my chest, and she moaned loudly into my mouth. “Oh wow…” She opened her eyes for a moment to look into mine, her lips still kissing me. Her gaze was filled with so much desire, it looked like she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think about what she was doing. She just enjoyed it. I continued to grind into her with slow and even strokes, showing her how I would fuck her if she dropped her panties for me. My hand moved into her hair, and I supported her head as I continued to kiss her, enjoy her, prove I was the man for her.
She spoke between her kisses. “Damn…that dick.” She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and gave me a gentle bite. She drew a little blood, and I could taste it on my own tongue.
I didn’t flinch because I liked it.
She whispered against my lips. “Babe…you’re gonna make me come.”
Did she just call me babe?
I smiled against her lips before I continued to kiss her. I rubbed my dick harder and harder against her clit, kissing her and allowing her to breathe against my mouth because she was nearly out of breath.
Her nails dug deeper, and she even grabbed my ass and tugged me into her, not afraid to show me how she wanted me to move against her. She stopped kissing me altogether, her head tilted back, her lips parted, her eyes on mine.
I halted.
Her eyes turned wild, and she pulled on my ass, like I was a machine that had just stopped working on her.
“Take me home.” I wasn’t going to give her the goods until she gave me what I wanted first. Knowing her, she would take that orgasm to-go and walk off. I wanted more, to be inside her and fuck her all night. I’d already proved I could be the man who wouldn’t disappoint her, so now I had my terms.
Her eyes turned to fire. “You asshole.”
“Come on, baby. If I can make you feel this good against a car, imagine what I can do in bed.”
Now, she pushed me off, pulling down her dress like she hadn’t just ground against my dick until her panties were soaked. “I don’t want to see you again. I mean it.”
I zipped up my jeans and smiled at the soaked stain on my boxers. “Why? Are you drunk right now?” I asked the question like a smartass, unable to hold back my sarcasm.
She picked up her purse where she’d dropped it on the ground. “Oh, fuck off.” She walked around the car to the driver’s door and flipped me off as she went.