Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Stop,” he snarls, lurching forward like the predator he is.
He slips his hand up my thigh, finding my core, driving his finger inside of me again.
It’s crazy how quickly my body responds to him. It’s like my pussy’s already addicted to him, my walls fluttering warmly, my clit tingling in anticipation.
“You don’t have to make excuses,” he growls. “I accept it. You can’t go all the way. Fine. But you made an offer, Becca bee. You said you wanted to do something for me.”
“I don’t know what,” I whimper as he keeps moving his finger.
The pattern of his fingertip makes me sparkle, my body pulsing in a way I’ve never felt before…but that’s not true.
I felt it when he was between my legs, yet each time, it feels fresh and new. It’s like I’ve never experienced it before.
He snarls and leans over me, bringing his lips to my cheek, kissing with surprising softness.
“I want your pussy so fucking badly,” he says.
My chest pumps as my heartbeat picks up, nerves threatening to drain me.
I wish I could be the sort of woman who’d throw myself at him, who’d sit on top of him and confidently stare into his eyes as our bodies fuse, as I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and mount him confidently.
“I want you,” I whisper. “But I’ve never done it before. This is all moving so fast.”
Most importantly – and I won’t add this part – I don’t know if he feels the same as me. Maybe he wants some quick sex, and that’s it. He’ll forget I exist.
He’ll stop caring if he ever did, to begin with.
“I know,” he says. “And I respect that. I’d never make you do anything you don’t want to.”
My moans grow breathier when he moves his finger again, this time the other way, swirling motions that make my hips twitch, driven by instinct.
“Get on your knees then,” he says, stepping away. “Get those gorgeous tits out for me. I’m going to explode, Becca bee. I can’t take it anymore. You drive me crazy.”
I do as he says, eager to be able to give him some pleasure even if I can’t go all the way with him. My knees sink into the plush carpet, my entire body alight as I stare down at him.
He looms over me, his hand going to his crotch again, his body looking like it’s going to burst out of his clothes. I’ve never seen somebody so close to the edge.
It’s like he’s ready to fight or fuck in equal measure like this self-assured, confident, clever man has been reduced to his primal need.
No, not been reduced.
I did it. I’m the one making my crush’s mouth hang open, his eyes stare intently, and his hands tremble.
“Your tits,” he snarls.
I busy my hands with my clothes, ignoring the flutter of embarrassment that tries to corrupt the moment. As I pull the shirt over my head, I remember the way Alex looked when he told me he was getting married, the unmistakable joy marking his every feature.
I remember how I smiled over Skype, telling him I was happy for him. And even then, I was wondering if Ben would be the best man. I knew he would. I knew I’d see him.
But I never expected this.
“Fuck,” he whispers as I unclasp my bra.
My breasts spill free. I do my best to keep my hands at my sides, to stop them from rising up to cover myself. I imagine him laughing at me, calling me the F-word, even if he’s made it clear he’s attracted to me.
Suddenly, he reaches down and picks me up, his hands firm under my armpits. I giggle in delight as he drops me onto the couch. It’s the way he handles me, making me feel lighter than I ever have, making me feel like I’ve finally met the man for me.
“You’re perfect. Every part.”
My hand instinctively goes to the back of his head when he guides his lips to my nipples.
He grabs one of my breasts, massaging confidently, sucking on my other nipple as he makes growling noises of desire.
My nipple grows hard in his mouth, tingling temptingly, as he swirls his finger around the other one. Both of us hum with pleasure, and then I’m moaning, unable to stop, my chest feeling like it’s on fire in the best way.
He slides his hand up my leg, toward my sex, my pussy buzzing in anticipation.
“I thought this was about you,” I gasp, pushing the words past the boiling lust.
“You’re too damn addicting,” he growls. “I need to make you come again. Can you do that for me?”
I look down at him, at his lips glimmering from my sex and my nipples, at the darkness in his eyes.
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling like my predator has finally caught me.