Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
After pulling back with a moan, Nicole fans her heated neck with her hand.
She needs a minute to recover, but I don’t heed her request.
After cupping her jaw, I nibble on the soft skin stretched from her chin to her ear. A shiver rockets down her spine when I tug on her earlobe, which showcases a simple gold hoop earring.
Her involuntary tremble when my lips drop to her collarbone wafts up her delicious scent. She smells divine, like soap and flowers, and her womanly scent increases when I drag my tongue across her neck to sample her no doubt delicious skin.
With a moan, Nicole’s head lolls to the side as her nipples pucker against her silky nightgown. I want to cup her breast in my hand and roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, but I can’t.
I can see the need in her eyes, smell it on her skin, but she’s also panicked.
We’re strangers, and no matter how much I wish I could go back to the youth I was cruelly stripped of in my prime, no number of lies will convince me that this is a frat party full of drunken teens. The linen under my ass is too silky to be from Walmart, and the woman putting my head in a tailspin is too cultured to think underage sex is cool.
I am also a grown-ass man… who can’t pull back no matter how hard he tries.
Seriously, I give it my all. I try with all my might, but I barely get half an inch away before I suck Nicole’s sexy bottom lip back between my lips, and we moan in sync.
Our connection is extraordinary.
Our moves perfectly synchronized.
We’re even breathing in sync.
Only a fool would give this up.
That title has been associated with my name for too long. It is the only thing I should be giving up, so with my mind made up, I once again drag my tongue along the delicate skin on Nicole’s neck before cupping her breast in my hand and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Her breast growing heavy in my palm makes me hard in an instant. My cock’s head knocks at the zipper of my jeans, begging to be released as Nicole gropes at me.
Desperate and needy, her nails scratching my back, she thrusts her chest forward, encouraging my quest to devour her whole.
I can’t get enough, so after tasting her skin until precum stains my boxer shorts, I return my lips to her mouth and kiss her with everything I have.
It was never like this before I went away.
Never so intense and fire sparking.
The heat is insane. Intoxicating.
I’m burning up everywhere, and Nicole melts against me.
She molds her body to mine so well I doubt I’ll need to remove an article of clothing to get her off.
As her fingers weave through my hair, she grinds down on my erection, which sends a needy heat prickling over every inch of my skin.
“Good grief,” I moan as my hands shoot down to her hips.
I’m reminded that she isn’t as confident as the siren she has been exposing when her panicked eyes bounce between mine. They did the same multiple times during her goosebump-inducing performance, except this time, she voices the worry I see. “Did I do something wrong?”
“God, no.”
I guide her pussy’s descent down my cock this time around, moaning when the dampness of her panties can’t be concealed even while clothed.
“I just don’t want to make a fool out of myself.” I lift and lock my eyes with her confused pair before confessing, “It’s been a while.” Almost ten fucking years. “And she didn’t look like you.” She can’t take my compliment the wrong way. Just the need sparking from my eyes when I sweep them down her body announces how much I crave her, much less the pulse feeding my monster erection. “I’m about to blow in my fucking pants.”
Nicole’s hair is as red-hot as the confidence she rarely exposes when she murmurs, “Then I guess we better get you out of them.”
7
NICOLE
Those words did not come out of my mouth.
Surely not.
I don’t have sex with strangers.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the sparks you can’t get when you go it alone, and the connection that tethers you to another for several blistering minutes, but I at least like to know someone for a couple of hours before I have sex with them. I don’t open my legs for any random man.
What are you talking about? You haven’t had sex in years, and even when you gave in to temptation, it wasn’t anything to brag about.
I don’t see that being an issue this time around, though. Laken’s kiss alone has me on the verge of climax, and the way he’s looking at me, like I have confidence by the bucketloads, makes me feel the most daring I’ve ever felt.