Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She forces out her bottom lip. “Aww, poor baby. That sounds terrible.”
One side of my mouth hitches. “I’m sure it’s swollen and in need of your special brand of TLC.”
“You might be able to convince me to take care of that for you.”
“Oh, yeah? It’s just a possibility, huh?”
When her lower back hits the counter and there’s nowhere else to run, a slow grin spreads across my face as I press my body against her slender curves. She tips her chin upward as if offering her mouth to me. I lick her lips before nipping at the plump lower one. I like them best when they’re swollen from my kisses.
Or maybe it’s from sucking my cock.
My girl gives the best blowjobs. I love tunneling my fingers through her long blonde hair and watching my thick length disappear between her lips. Especially when she keeps her gaze pinned to mine.
My hands wrap around her waist before hoisting her onto the gleaming counter. I push between her spread thighs before dragging the sweatshirt up her body and tossing it to the tile floor at my feet. The bra is the next garment to go. Once removed, my gaze dips to her bare breasts.
They’re so fucking perfect.
I palm the softness before toying with her nipples, tweaking them until they’re nice and hard. A whimper escapes from her as her eyes dilate with pleasure. Once I’ve played with them enough, I slide the leggings down her hips and thighs, making sure the thong gets removed so that she’s completely bare.
I straighten to my full height and take a step back in order to get a good look at her.
She’s so damn gorgeous.
Already my dick is throbbing in my boxer-briefs. I probably should have jacked off before I left the jobsite.
We’ve been together for two years now and, more often than not, this is exactly the way it is between us. She excites me like no one else ever has.
Or could.
“You’re so damn beautiful, pretty girl.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmurs in response.
“Now spread those legs so I can see exactly what belongs to me.”
Without hesitation, she scoots back so that the soles of her feet are flat against the counter before allowing each leg to fall open until she’s spread impossibly wide. In this position, I’m able to see every delicate inch.
A tortured groan rumbles up from deep within my chest.
Someone needs to tell me how the hell I got so lucky.
It’s a question I ask myself on the daily.
Unable to resist a second longer, I eat up the distance between us before reaching out and trailing a finger from the top of her slit to the bottom and then back up again. In response, she arches, attempting to get closer.
Carina has always been sexual in nature and that hasn’t changed.
Thank fuck.
She’s not afraid to tell me exactly what she wants or needs.
It’s just another thing I love about her.
I continue stroking her softness until she’s squirming. Only then do I dip my finger inside her tight heat. My gaze stays pinned to her pussy. I love the way her body responds to me. The slickness that coats her lips. The way she moves her hips, silently pleading for more.
When I’ve tormented her enough, I hunker down until I’m eyelevel with her core. With my finger slowly pumping in and out, I lick her clit with soft strokes exactly the way she likes it.
It doesn’t take long before she falls apart. Her pussy convulses around my finger as I lap up every drop of sweetness. It’s only when her muscles loosen, and her cries fade that I press a kiss against her core and straighten to my full height.
A dazed expression fills her eyes.
And I love it.
Love that I’m the one who put it there.
That I’m the only man who’ll ever put it there.
“You ready to be fucked, pretty girl?”
“That depends. Are you going to tie me up?”
A smile curves my lips. “Damn right I am.”
When I push between her spread thighs, she wraps them around my waist. My hands settle on her ass, dragging her to the edge of the counter and lifting her against me. Then I swing us around and head for the bedroom. She whimpers as my hard cock rubs against her splayed open pussy.
As I cross the threshold, she groans, “I love when you have meetings.”
Even though I’m on the verge of coming in my pants, a rough chuckle escapes from me. “I just love you.”
Her arms tighten around my neck as she presses a kiss against my lips. “I love you too.”
It’s carefully that I set her down in the middle of the king-sized bed. She props herself up on her elbows and watches as my fingers slide over the brown leather belt. Her pupils dilate and her breath catches at the back of her throat as I unfasten the silver buckle, tugging it so that it slides easily from the fabric loops. Her legs fall open in silent invitation, giving me a tantalizing view of heaven. My face might have only been buried there minutes ago, but it doesn’t matter.