Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off me, to my disappointment, then stood and pulled her body close to mine once more.
I had my hands back on the button of her jeans, undid them, and without another thought, pushed then down her thighs a second later. She made this noise that turned me on even more. “Finish taking everything off, Bailey.” I took a step back and watched her reach down to remove her jeans. “Do it slow, baby,” I said gruffly. She snapped her gaze up at me, and I watched as her breathing kicked up a notch.
Bailey started removing her jeans nice and slow, and I reached down to palm my hard dick through my jeans. The fucker was aching to get out, hanging between my thighs like a fucking tree trunk.
When she had the jeans off, I tipped my chin to her shirt. “That next.” I shouldn’t have ordered her, but I couldn’t help it. Besides, I knew she liked it.
When her shirt was off and tossed aside with the jeans, I stared at her standing there in nothing but her little white lace bra and matching panties.
“You wear those pretty little things for me?”
She licked her lips and nodded.
I took a step closer, and although she deserved slow and easy, I found myself being rough and gruff. I slipped my fingers lower until they skimmed her belly, moving over the indent of her navel, and then I felt the edge of her panties. While staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand under the material and moved them down until I felt her bare slit.
Fuck. She was all but hairless down there. I’d only felt a small triangle of trimmed, silky strands move along the digit before her velvety soft pussy lips came into contact.
“Christ,” I muttered. “Who owns this?” I added a little bit of pressure to her pussy hole, not penetrating her, but letting her know I was right there.
“You do, Gavin,” she said softly on parted lips.
“That’s right. I fucking do.”
I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. I couldn’t stop myself, period.
“Gavin,” she moaned and closed her eyes, reaching out and curling her hands around my biceps as I started sliding my fingers up and down her soaking slit. She was so damn wet for me. Listening to her pleasure did all kinds of things to me, had all sorts of filthy images slamming into my head. “I want this.”
Yeah, she fucking did. I clenched my jaw, a deep sound of pleasure leaving me.
“You sure no other little motherfucker has tasted how sweet your pussy is, baby?” I needed that affirmation again.
She shook her head and opened her eyes.
“You’ve been the only man to know what I feel like, Gavin.”
I growled low again.
I leaned down and closed my eyes, smelling her as I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck. She bared her throat for me, tipping her head back, giving me better access. The feeling of her shivering from my touch was the sweetest fucking sensation. My cock jerked violently, and my balls drew up. I wanted her in my bed, her legs spread, as I pushed my thick inches into her willing, tight body.
I bet she was just as tight as our first time, this little pussy never having another man’s cock inside it, her muscles unused, unstretched.
I’d change that tonight.
I’d feel her milking me, wanting my cum to fill her up. And I would… fucking fill her up until it slipped out of her pussy when I pulled out and made the sheets damp underneath her.
I pulled my hand out from her panties, showed her how wet my fingers were, and then proceeded to suck the digits clean. Damn, she tasted good.
I slid my hand lower so I could cup her ass, the mound firm and small, tight and supple. I wanted Bailey to feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her. My cock throbbed when I ground it against her belly, made her see what she did to me.
I wanted my mouth on hers, on her flesh, on her pussy. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her with my lips and tongue. There wouldn’t be any part of her that I didn’t own when I was finished with her.
And because I felt like an obscene bastard, I got down on my knees right in front of her, made her part her legs even more, and stared at her panty-covered pussy.
I could smell her, a sweet, musky scent that told me she was definitely soaked between her thighs. Hell, I could see how damp the material was, how primed she was for me. I looked up at her, and while staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her cunt. She gasped.