Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 153935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“Brina?” I whisper, letting out my own guttural sigh when she grinds into me again.
“Hmm?”
“You’re ready for the bedroom,” I say, digging my fingers into her angelic ass.
“Only if you promise to do evil things to me,” she whispers back, giving me another forceful peck.
This woman. I wonder which one of us will keel over first if this keeps going.
I move one arm away from her back, running a finger down her cheek.
“I don’t know about evil,” I growl. “What about slow? Tender? What if we let our souls do the fucking tonight?”
Slow? Tender? Who the hell have I turned into with these flowery words?
“Please take me to bed—I mean, your room,” she says.
My lips brush hers again, thick with sheer desire. Our tongues mingle, and I press her as tight to my chest as I can.
“What’s so wrong with my bed?” I ask, giving her a wink.
“Nothing, I just didn’t want to say it. Your assistant, begging you to bed her...”
Leave it to my Brina to be completely blunt, and worried over nothing.
I laugh, kissing up her neck in a line that ends in a nip of teeth.
“Pretend I said it first because that’s where I want you. Badly.”
This time when she rocks into me, I arch up, grinding against her hot wetness through my pants.
“Oh,” she says. “Oh, God. Then let’s get moving. Fast.”
Placing both hands under her lush round ass, I stand with Brina still fused to me. Her legs lock around my waist, and she clings to me with her hands around my neck.
I carry her into my room and kick the door shut behind us. I lay her on the bed, planning to undress her like a late Christmas gift I want to savor.
Most years, Christmas is a flicker that’s quickly forgotten.
The one that just passed might have been the darkest yet, but there’s one present I know I’ll want to keep.
My plans are foiled when her hands frantically grab the bottom of my shirt, pull it over my head, and then drop to the button around my waist.
My slacks fall, and I shake them off my ankles, only to haul her up with a bristling hunger.
I need her fucking naked, right fucking now.
Her shirt flies across the room.
I’m about to lock my arms around her back and tear off her bra, but it’s too late. By the time I register the thought, she’s shed it, and it’s already airborne behind her.
I lock my lips over hers, claiming what’s mine, letting my hands roam the bare parts of her body. These fingers still want to memorize every inch, every ripple, every soft convulsion when they’re in her, feeling her come like a fever.
Sabrina pushes to her knees, works her panties off, drops them to the floor, and urges me on top of her.
“Not yet,” I whisper, holding back.
“Why?”
“You’re wearing too much.”
I slide my hands behind her back, unzip the skirt, yank it down, and toss it on the floor.
“Nothing between us. Not tonight.” I sound goddamned crazy, but then this whole thing breached sanity a long time ago.
I’ll plunder every last inch of her skin. I’ll worry about who I’ve turned into when it’s over, when Brina’s in my arms still trying to breathe, her sex-hair tickling my chest.
“How sweet,” she says, rolling her eyes playfully.
No. I’m anything but sweet right now.
Then again, I’m not going to argue about it when I could be slamming her into the mattress instead, making her shudder.
She wraps her legs around me, crawling them up my back.
Her warm, wet heat molds against the hard shaft, desperate to sink into her, to pump her full of me. She’s leaking on my cock and it’s driving me insane.
Still, I want something else first. I lower my lips to hers, caressing her tongue with mine.
She touches my face, runs a hand through my hair, and returns it to my face.
I match the long luxurious strokes of our tongues as I slide into her, a bestial rasp grinding out of me.
We go on like that forever, this standoff of desire.
Slow movements of our hips, intoxicating strokes of our tongues, until Brina pushes herself up into a bridge position and arches into my thrusts, engulfing every inch of me.
Fuck.
I match her pace, and then overtake it, reaching up to pull her hair. Her head snaps back for a proper conquest, and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip.
“Mag!” She hisses, the instant I let her go with an upward thrust of my cock.
There’s a glorious shock in her tone with volume I’m not sure I’ve heard before. But then, I’ve never had her sinking down on my cock, on top, nailing her silky walls from an angle bound to leave her undone.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I whisper, pushing my forehead to hers, even fucking her eyes with my gaze. “We’re riding hard tonight.”