Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
And when the involuntary moan left me, Devon took that as his lead to go further. He moved his lips on mine, slow and easy, coaxing me. He pushed himself up farther, cupped the other side of my face, tilting my head with a little bit of pressure, deepening the kiss.
God, this is… good. So good.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, stroking the very tip of mine, almost innocent in his mannerism. He moaned when I reciprocated, stroking my tongue against his, adding more pressure. The taste of him was tangy from the alcohol, but sweet at the same time.
“Fuck,” he murmured against my lips and had his hand on my shoulder then, gripping me, pulling me in closer. “I need you.” The way he said those words was broken, as if he barely held on. He pulled me closer even more, and I was now straddling my best friend.
But I pulled away, because reason filled my head, pushing through the cloud of arousal. And as I stared into Devon’s face, all I saw was bone-deep clarity. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”
“No, Leila. Don’t go there. Not here, not right now.” His tone brooked no argument. “This feels too right, doesn’t it?”
I nodded instantly.
He moved so his back rested against the headboard, shifting our bodies so I was still straddling him obscenely.
He lifted his hips, and I swallowed the lump in my throat when I felt the very large, very pronounced bulge he sported. I leaned back slightly, trailing my gaze down his body to look at his zipper. I could see how his erection strained against his fly, demanding to be free. For me. It was all for me. I became even wetter, my panties soaked.
“Baby.” Before I could stop this from going any further, Devon had his mouth slanted on mine, and he took my lips in a searing kiss. This wasn’t gentle, wasn’t coaxing. He was taking what he wanted, and it felt so damn good.
The groan that spilled from him was loud, and I greedily swallowed it. I wanted more of that from him. With my legs spread wide over his body, my pussy was in direct contact with his raging hard-on. I shifted on top of him, moving along his cock. Despite the clothes that separated us, I felt every massive inch of him.
“Fuck, baby.” He dragged his lips across my jaw and licked and nipped at my flesh. I closed my eyes, loving the scruff of his five o’clock shadow erotically abrading my skin.
I couldn’t hold my head back anymore and closed my eyes, and I breathed out. I gripped his wide shoulders, curling my nails into his hardness, hearing him hiss in pleasure and pain.
“You sure about this?” I whispered, not sure why I even said the words, because I sure as hell didn’t want to stop.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured against the side of my throat. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, baby.”
Okay then. Here we were, breaking all the rules and not even caring.
5
Leila
I was going to go over the edge and we still had our damn clothes on.
He continued kissing my jaw and made his way down to my neck. The light feel of him sucking at my pulse point had me shifting atop him again. Devon groaned, his hands now on the mounds of my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh.
And then he used the leverage he had on my body to start rocking me back and forth on his dick, letting me feel exactly how hard he was for me.
He created an incredible friction that sent hard jolts of pleasure straight to the center of me. My inner muscles clenched as if trying to grasp something substantial.
“Fuck, that’s it, Leila.”
The fact that he was having just as hard a time as I was with all of this, having just as much difficulty keeping his self-control like me, turned me on even more.
“Yeah, baby.” He started lifting his hips slightly, causing his cock to press impossibly harder against the center of me. “Damn, Leila. I can feel you, baby. I can feel how much you want me too.” Devon had his mouth back on mine, his kisses so hard and demanding that I couldn’t stop from moaning, from begging for more. “I’ve wanted you for so long. So fucking long.” He rocked me on him back and forth. Back and forth. He created a friction that had me trying to catch my breath, gripping him so hard I knew he had to feel pain from my nails.
I could have had an orgasm from this, could have come for him because of the rocking alone.
God, yes.
I couldn’t understand what he was saying, the words blending together as the pleasure grew stronger and higher in me.
“I’ve wanted you for so damn long.” His tongue speared into my mouth, and he touched every part of me.