Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I lift myself up on my forearms and allow my thighs to fall open as I watch him shed his clothing in record speed. All those rippling muscles are sexy as fuck. I never thought I’d be a girl who was into chiseled athletes.
It’s just another thing I was wrong about.
I could stare at his hard body for hours.
With a flick of the button on his jeans, he shoves the material down his legs until it puddles at his feet and he’s standing before me in black boxer briefs. His cock presses against the material as his gaze roves over me before settling at my core.
He groans before yanking down his underwear until his thick erection can spring free.
Just like the rest of him, his dick is perfection.
A shiver slides through me, and even though I just came, I’m desperate to be filled by him. One knee settles on the mattress before he pauses.
“I need a condom.”
Thank fuck he thought about it because I sure didn’t.
And that’s saying a lot, considering I’ve always been a safety girl.
He yanks open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pulls out a square packet before tearing it open with his teeth and sliding the latex over his hard length.
Then he’s back, crawling onto the bed. Midway up my body, he presses a kiss against my pussy before slowly making his way upward until he can stare into my eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” He searches them carefully. “I don’t want anything else to happen between us that you’ll regret.”
“I’m sure. I want this.”
He nods before shifting until the head of his cock nudges my entrance. I widen my legs and angle my hips, only wanting him to sink deep inside me. Instead, he remains still.
When I can’t stand another second of the torture, I shift. “Bridger!”
“You’re so damn greedy, aren’t you?”
“More like horny.”
His mouth lifts into a smile. “Maybe I want to torment you just a bit.”
As if to emphasize his words, he slides an inch inside before retreating again.
A groan works its way free from me. “Tease.”
“You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m a sure thing.”
My eyelids feather shut.
“Uh-uh. I want those pretty green depths locked on me the entire time we fuck so you see exactly who’s cock you’re getting off on.”
As soon as my eyelashes flutter open, he eases in another inch. I squirm, trying to draw him deeper into my body.
He seems to understand exactly what I’m up to and flashes a tight smile. “I’m the one in control now. Understand?”
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I force my muscles to relax. It’s almost a shock when I hear myself say, “Okay.”
Heat leaps to life in his gray depths as he retreats before sliding back inside my body, deeper than before. Slowly, he rocks against me. With every tilt of his hips, I meet the movement until our bodies move as one. Almost as if we’ve been doing this for years.
Our gazes stay locked as he rouses my body all over again. Pleasure mounts, gradually building as he maintains a steady rhythm. It’s the tight hold on his self-control that allows me to surrender and give myself over to him.
“You feel so fucking good. So soft and wet. I just want to stay buried in you forever.”
I arch as sensation continues to mount and my muscles coil tight with anticipation.
“Are you ready to come for me?” he asks, his pace quickening. The orgasm I’m chasing feels like a wave being pulled out to sea only so it can regroup and crash on shore with a vengeance.
“Please.” It’s the only thing I can focus on.
“Mmmm. I love that word on your lips. Holland Tate begging for my cock. Is there anything better than that?”
Before I can come back with a response, he bottoms out, hitting that spot deep within. The one that makes my eyes nearly cross. His pelvis grinds against mine, hitting my clit at the perfect angle to set off a chain reaction.
And just like that, I fall apart.
Bridger groans, and the deep scrape of his voice only amplifies my own pleasure. My pussy clenches around him, milking the last of his release before he collapses on top of me, burying his face against my neck, his warm breath feathering across my skin.
In this moment, a strange sense of completion settles over me.
It’s not something I’ve ever experienced before, and it doesn’t take much to realize just how easy it would be to sink into the sensation.
To get used to it.
To crave it.
And if that’s not frightening, I’m not sure what is.
30
Holland
The moment I step out of the lecture hall, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I don’t need to look to know who it’s from.
ColdAsIce17.
My steps falter, and I veer off to the side of the building, letting the flow of students sweep past me. The preview of his message flashes on the screen, sending a ripple of something familiar and unsettling through me.