Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Snatching his wrist, I drag him inside and close the door before Kayla sees.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, but I can’t stop from smiling. I don’t have to try this time. The smile spreads across my lips, my body gleaming with light, with lust.
“I don’t know,” he says, his voice husky. “I just… need to be close to you.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me right up against him. His manhood is already hard. My sex is already wet. Our bodies clearly have no doubts about our logic and our loyalty. He groans as he leans down for a kiss. Our lips clash in an explosion of heat, and then he guides me toward the bed.
I put my hand on his chest, meaning to push him away. Instead, I curl my fingers, scraping my nails along his solid muscles, feeling his heart thudding powerfully.
He lays me down with surprising gentleness, especially considering how hungry he is and how close to an explosion. Obviously, he wants to be quiet.
We keep kissing, sinking deeper into the passion. Our tongues clash as we push our bodies closer somehow, every possible inch making contact, the heat bursting between us. Then he leans back, getting some separation to glide his hand up my thigh. I’m wearing PJ shorts, his fingers caressing my bare skin.
“Are you wearing underwear?” he moans.
“Nuh-no,” I whisper. “Sometimes I don’t.”
“Oh, fuck.” He presses down on my sex over the fabric. “You’re soaked already.”
“Thinking about you and you being here…”
He greedily palms me, moving his hand up and down, his eyes glinting in the moonlight as he stares down. There’s something like awe in his expression. It’s as if he’s never seen a sight as hot as me, and he’s never even imagined it.
Then he pushes my loose-fitting shorts aside and strokes his finger around my entrance. The tingles get even more intense, moving deep inside me, telling me to forget about Kayla. Forget it’s the middle of the night. I should scream like we have nothing to be ashamed of or like nothing can ever come between us.
He drives his finger inside slowly, my body aching, his eyes on me the whole time. Deeper, deeper, until he’s all the way in, with his palm pushed against my clit. His body heaves with muscle. His shoulders bulge.
“You’re so tight,” he says in a gravelly voice. “My tight, horny, perfect virgin, but you’ll take my dick. Every inch.”
“I… don’t… know…”
“Why don’t you know?” he growls.
Kayla. Betrayal. “You’re so big.”
He leans down and starts kissing down my PJ tank top, pushing aside the fabric with his mouth, finding my nipple, and sucking. All three pleasure points combine in a flurry that almost sends me sprinting over the edge. He swirls his tongue around my nipple at the same time as he swirls his finger inside me, his palm caressing and heating my clit.
“Your young slit will stretch for me,” he snarls, almost desperately, like he’s trying to hold himself back but knows he can’t. “Your body needs my dick as badly as I need your pussy.”
His words set me on fire with the heat of a taboo I shouldn’t find appealing. It’s like we’ve turned each other into animals. We become wild and hungry just by being close to each other. He fingers me faster, my body making wet noises.
I turn my gaze away.
“What are you doing?” he growls, clearly struggling to keep his voice a whisper.
“The sounds…”
“That’s your body talking to me,” he snaps. “Telling me how close you are to creaming all over my hand and soaking these fucking sheets. That’s your body telling me you want my dick. Bad.”
There are more wet noises as he fingers me even faster, each stroke of his hand bringing his palm against my clit and sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through my body. I can’t even try to cling to the best friend thing when we’re floating in so much pleasure. He returns to my nipple, sucking it, caressing it with his tongue.
Starlight bursts across my vision. Stars explode deep inside me. Heat surges through as my hips shudder, chasing the pleasure. It’s somehow even more intense than the pool. Maybe it’s because of how wrong it is. Maybe that makes me messed up. Maybe I’m wrong.
As he pumps his hand, my hips buck, grinding on his finger. In the final moments, I imagine it’s his dick, and that ups the intensity like crazy. No nerves. No doubt. No wondering. Just our bodies and the heat and the need. Just our bodies and the perfection.
I gasp, biting the pillow. When it’s over, I find him staring at me with that same awe-like look.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” he whispers.
“Lukas…” I bite my lip. “We can’t.”
“I know,” he snarls, but then he stands up and pulls down his underwear, his huge cock springing free. A vein moves up one side as if his lust is almost bursting out of him. His tip glistens with precome. My core aches with need. “Take off your shorts.”