Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I should have known Dav would take it as an opportunity to corner me.
But his lips were on me before I could even come up with some nasty thing to say to make him forget all about that final night in his apartment.
And the second he was touching me, every bit of determination I had to stay away from him evaporated.
When his hand pressed between my thighs, every bit of longing for the past several weeks came charging back. Then doubled.
A chorus of laughter pulled me out of it for a second.
“There are people ten feet away,” I insisted.
“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” he said, his lips sealing over mine again, damming up any further objection. Not that I had any left in me.
I wanted this too much to fight it.
His fingers pressed harder against the material of my jeans, but the pressure did little to ease the growing ache between, making me grumble against his lips.
I felt his mouth curve into a smile against mine as his hand shifted up, working my button and zipper free, then slipping beneath both my pants and panties, teasing up my bare skin.
I swear I nearly came the second his finger brushed over my clit. That was how needy I was.
His fingers slipped downward, sliding inside of me, his lips muffling my moan as his palm pressed against my clit.
I rocked shamelessly against him, trying to get relief from the pressure in my core.
“Fucking drenched for me,” Dav said, his lips ripping from mine to press into my neck.
“Dav,” I whimpered, hand sliding down his chest to cup his hard length, my walls clenching at the idea of having him inside of me again.
“Not yet,” he said. “You’re going to come on my fingers, then my mouth, and then my cock.”
His lips claimed mine again as his fingers turned, crooked, and started to stroke across my g-spot, driving me up faster, pushing me to that edge, then sending me over.
The pleasure was still soaring through me as he dropped to his knees, yanking my pants out of the way as his fingers started to fuck me again.
Anticipation shot through me as he looked up at me, hunger in his gorgeous eyes, before he ducked his head, and his mouth was on me.
My head slammed back against the wall as my hands sank into his hair, holding him against me in case he got any ideas of pulling away.
But if there was one thing you could say about Dav, it was that he genuinely seemed to enjoy the hell out of going down on a woman.
My moans were answered with little rumbling sounds against me, vibrating into my clit, intensifying the sensations as he continued to work me with his tongue, his lips, and his fingers.
I felt like I was still recovering from one orgasm, and he was sending me hurtling toward another one at a breakneck pace, my chest feeling tight, my moans getting louder, less controlled.
Feeling me tightening, getting close, Dav’s lips closed around my clit and sucked, making me choke on a gasp as the climax crashed through me, the waves pulling me under over and over as he sucked my clit in little strobes, as his fingers worked my g-spot, intensifying it, dragging it out, until I was nothing but a trembling mess, gasping for breath, with my nails digging into his shoulders just to help keep myself on my feet.
Dav lapped up my release before he made his way to his feet, a satisfied little smirk on his lips.
I couldn’t even be mad about it. He’d earned that damn look.
“So sweet when you come,” he told me, face in my neck as his hard cock pressed against my stomach.
My sex clenched hard in response, craving the feel of him, despite the mind-numbing orgasms he’d already given me.
It wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
Not until he was deep inside of me again like I’d been remembering and fantasizing about.
My hand moved out, working his belt free, then his button and zipper, before reaching inside to free his cock, wrapping my hand around his thick length, feeling the way his body jerked in pleasure.
I worked him with my hand for a moment, loving the way his body tensed, how his breathing got shallow and uneven, the way he let out little groans.
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to come in your hand instead of in your pussy,” he said, nipping my earlobe, sending another thrill through me.
My free hand moved out, digging in his back pocket. Looking for his wallet. But I may have grabbed his ass a little in the process, and a little chuckle escaped him at that.
He took the wallet from me, fishing out the condom, then brushing my hand away, so he could slide on the protection.