Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
On either side of her head, his hands had clenched into fists. She tightened her hold on his cock and resumed her attention to the shaft.
“You keep this up and I’m going to embarrass myself.”
His words had her glancing back to him. “You’re the one just standing there. You want to touch, touch.”
He lowered his hands to the buttons on her shirt and paused seconds before he ripped the halves apart, peppering the floor with the small plastic objects. Leena gasped, not caring where they went, she’d find them later.
John’s gaze flashed then he dipped his head and took the pebbled tip of one in his mouth, bra and all. She tensed all over, bowing her back to push more of her breast in his heated mouth. The gasp ripped from her, ragged.
As he paid attention to her breasts, she inhaled sharply when cool air hit her boobs. Shit, how’d he undo my clasp without his hands? The thought was fleeting at best for his tongue and lips distracted her once more. As he drove her to distraction, his hands were attacking the button fly on her own jeans.
Why didn’t I wear sweats today? While the button fly wasn’t as swift to open as it would have been to just shove sweatpants down her legs, John was quick and soon enough they were around her ankles. As he’d done, she kicked them away, her strokes not slowing once same as his avid attention to her breasts.
His pushed her shirt over her shoulders along with the bra and that joined her pants on the floor. He readjusted and covered her mouth with his. She opened eagerly for his thrusting tongue. His taste spilled over her taste buds and she leaned into him more, craving more. One hand on his dick, she wrapped her other arm around his neck, sinking her fingers into his silky hair as she pushed up on her toes.
He cupped her ass before slipping two fingers below the panties and along her swollen pussy lips. Her legs trembled but before she could regain much stability, he pushed them into her, deep and in one single motion.
“Shit,” she panted. Her release was instantaneous and bordered on brutal. The orgasm was so swift and demanding, she couldn’t hold herself up. His fingers deep inside her scissored and thrust as she rode out the powerful wave flowing.
John held her up, snaking an arm around her waist. “You’re so goddamn tight. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you and feel you milking me. Rippling around me as I fuck you until you cry my name out so loud, you’ll be hoarse the next day.”
Tugging on his hair, she found the fortitude to open her eyes and meet his gaze. “Then fuck me already.”
* * *
In the back of his mind, John kept waiting for the dream to vanish and him to be faced with another round of torture with the jumper cables. But the man who’d not had a woman in a long time, not more than a quick fuck to keep up appearances, was willing—more than—to take the woman, or vision, before him up on her offer.
This Leena Parsons was something else. Curves to die for, creamy skin that tasted even better than it looked and smelled. And her pussy, holy fucking hell, it was heaven and he wanted the tight wet heat wrapped around the cock she currently held in her hand.
Don’t let me wake before this is over.
“Legs around me,” he ordered, lifting her at the waist.
She complied without hesitation. Fingers still deep inside her heat, he walked them down the hall to the room she’d given him to use. Wrist pistoning his digits within her, he sought her lips, and reclaimed them as his own.
Locked together, he climbed up on the bed and moved up so he wasn’t hanging off the mattress. She nipped his lip and he drew back.
“I don’t have condoms in here. They’re in my room.”
He wanted to roar in frustration. Instead, he picked her up once more and took her to her room, lying her back on the pale blue bedspread. She released his cock and reached over to the bedside drawer and tossed a box in his direction. Reluctantly he removed his hand from her pussy and withdrew a foil packet.
Rolling it on his dick, he groaned as she lay back and put her fingers in her slit. Her juices coated her skin and his mouth watered, wanting to clean them off. Sheathed, he moved closer between her legs and captured her wrist while her three fingers were sunk deep inside her core.
She sucked her lower lip in her mouth and stared at him. The passion in her eyes floored him. Her hunger was as great as his own.
“Please,” her ragged moan fell like ambrosia to his ears.