Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
The first few seconds would be me accommodating the fact that she needed me to go slow. The rest? Well, that would be where I felt like we needed to go.
“Wake,” she hissed as she stretched to acclimate to me. “Holy hell.”
Her eyes were hazy with desire, and the way she was biting her lip again was driving me insane.
I leaned forward and caught that bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a small nip before letting it go.
“If you value being able to sit, I highly suggest you not do any more lip biting until you can adjust to me,” I rasped.
God, she felt so fuckin’ good. Hot. Wet. Tight.
She was strangling me with the warmest, wettest fist I’d ever felt in all my years.
And I hadn’t been a fuckin’ monk.
My hands squeezed on her outer thighs as I tried to find purchase, to control the inner beast inside of me that was all but howling at me to take her. Fuck her until she was screaming my name.
There was the other, more rational side of me saying I needed to take it slow, because otherwise she’d be out of commission for a day or two afterward.
But God. There she went biting that lip again.
That’s all it took.
Any ability to go slow, to give her time, was gone.
“Oh, shit,” she breathed. “The UPS man just drove up to my gate.”
I slammed my hips into hers, knocking her hard into the wall behind her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “Shit, shit, shit. I think he sees us.”
Her pussy was rippling around my cock, as if she liked the idea of someone seeing her.
And that was all the encouragement I needed.
Fucking her now, hard and fast, I bent down and caught one perky nipple between my lips and sucked. Hard.
She cried out even louder, her hands scrabbling for purchase in my hair.
The sting of my hair being pulled couldn’t deter me, though.
I was a man on a mission.
Lifting her legs up higher, pushing them wider, I made more room for my own hips and started to take her even deeper.
She was shaking now, her eyes wide, and then there went that lip biting again.
I knew the moment that the UPS guy saw us, too.
I’d heard the crunch of his shoes on the gravel walkway. Then the thump, thump as he walked up the set of stairs to put the package by the front door.
And though we weren’t exactly close to it, we were near enough that he couldn’t miss us.
Couldn’t miss the fact that I was fucking her.
And hadn’t slowed when he’d shown.
“Oh, hell,” I heard him say. “Shoot, sorry.”
Then he was scampering off.
“Fairly sure we just scarred him for life,” Dutch panted.
“He could only see my back and your legs,” I said between breaths. “Fuck, you feel so tight and good right now. Get there, baby. Get there.”
The anguish in my voice made her clench around me, and I squeezed her ass in desperation as I tried to hold off on coming.
We heard the truck start up, then idle at the gate.
“He can’t see anything,” I grunted. “Don’t worry.”
“He can see a little,” she disagreed. “I can see his truck tire.”
I bit down lightly on her nipple and she squeaked.
“Fuck him,” I growled, the words guttural and desperate. “Come for me now.”
She laughed. “It’s cute how you think that just by saying those words,” she panted, “that I’ll come. I’m close, though. I just love how great it feels as you stroke that spot inside of me. God, every time the head of your cock hits it, I want to jolt right out of my ski—”
I stopped, pulled out, then moved us to where she was bent over the railing, and I was once again taking her from behind.
Hiking her shorts and underwear to the side, I lined my cock up with her entrance and surprised myself and her when I eased inside.
She groaned, her forehead going to the wood underneath her.
I reached forward to fondle her breasts as I slowly took her, taking away the control she’d somehow taken over at some point.
With measured, deep strokes, I made sure to hit that ‘spot’ inside of her until she was all but shaking with the need to come.
“You close now, baby girl?” I rasped. “Because it sure feels like you are.”
“You’re the devil,” she moaned. “I’m ready. Make me come.”
I laughed at her.
No, this would go on as long as I wanted it to.
I had control over my baser needs, dammit.
I would…
She clenched herself around my cock, and then reached her hand in between us and started to run her fingers over my jeans, right where my balls were hanging.
“Please, Wake. Please, let me come,” she pleaded.
I closed my eyes and stroked faster. Not too fast. But enough that it had both of us there within thirty seconds.