Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I’m ready when you are,” I say, wrapping up half of my sandwich to take with me.
“Are you, now?” His tone is loaded with meaning.
“Yes.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
I’m shamelessly handsy on the ride back to his place, stroking my palm over his thigh, squeezing his knee, and running my knuckle along the outline of his erection under his gray shorts.
“Jesus, baby, I’m not going to make it home if you keep that up,” he says, groaning.
“I love seeing you turned on. And I know it will take some adjusting, but I love that you have a huge cock.”
A strangled sound emerges from his throat as I run my knuckle up and down.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about your sweet pussy, baby.” His eyes are molten with desire as he glances at me. “So goddamn tight and wet. I can’t wait to feel your pussy come all over my cock. I don’t care how long it takes us to get there. It’ll be worth it.”
I may die from arousal. It’s like a living thing, pulsing hard and fast through every inch of my body. I don’t just want Pax to get me off; I need it.
When he pulls into his garage, he barely has the car in park before I open the door and run inside the house.
He chases me, my pulse racing at what it will feel like when he catches me. I strip off my shirt and drop it to the kitchen floor as I run, following it with my bra.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” He says from behind me. “Keep going, baby. Let me watch you take your clothes off.”
I turn to face him, flushed all over as I kick off my sandals, unbutton my shorts, and shimmy out of them. He does the same with his shoes and shorts, his gaze never leaving my body.
With a playful grin, I turn my back to him and hook my fingers through the sides of my panties. When I look over my shoulder, he’s completely naked, his erection jutting straight toward me.
My body isn’t perfect, but still…look what it does to him. This gorgeous red-blooded man, who’s all muscle and hardness, is practically panting…for me. It’s emboldening, as is his groan as I slowly tug my panties down to my upper thighs.
“Oh, fuck…” He groans again. “Your ass, baby. I want that ass so fucking bad.”
Channeling my inner stripper, I slide my panties down the rest of the way and step out of them, then turn around to give him a full-frontal view.
“Come and get it, then,” I tease, taking off toward his bedroom.
I almost make it, but as soon as I get through the doorway, he wraps his arm around me from behind and spins me to face him before picking me up. I put my hands on his cheeks and kiss him, eager to become his plaything.
His kiss is ravenous; he’s practically devouring me as he walks over to the bed and sets me down. I spread my legs as he drinks me in with his gaze, and he drops to his knees beside the bed.
This time, he doesn’t tease me by kissing his way up and down my legs. His mouth goes straight to my clit, and I cry out as he licks and sucks, already close to the edge.
“Not this way,” I moan. “I want you inside me.”
His eyes flick to mine, dark and hungry, his smile wolfish. He reaches for the bedside drawer and takes out a condom, ripping it open and putting it on. I scoot back on the bed and he climbs over me, sliding just a couple of inches in.
“You’re getting off on my cock this time, baby,” he says in a low tone. “I’ll give you as much as you can take.”
His commanding demeanor is about to undo me. I love the way he tells me how it’s going to be, but I can’t put that into words right now. I just nod and spread my legs wider for him, and he gives me more.
“Jesus, your pussy,” he grinds out. “My pussy. I want to feel this sweet little pussy creaming all over my cock. Don’t deny me, baby.”
Oh god. The sight and sound of him. The feel of him sliding in and out of me.
“More,” I ask, panting. “Give me more.”
He sinks in farther and we both groan.
“You’ll never be starved for sex again,” he says, straining. “All you ever have to do is ask for this cock and it’s yours.”
I rock my hips in time with his, every thrust sending me higher. There’s no pain this time. I feel more relaxed this time around and confident in the way we feel toward each other—that seems to make all the difference. He fits me perfectly in every way, and I can’t get enough. When he puts his thumb on my clit, he pushes in farther and I cry out, because I never imagined sex could feel this way.