Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
She opened her eyes and looked up at me again before she closed the gap between our bodies. Her hands slid up my stomach, planting themselves on my chest. Her hands curled into the fabric of my shirt as she grabbed it tightly, and I took the invitation to twist my fingers in her hair.
The sigh that escaped her lips popped something within me.
Walking her backward, I led her into my room. I reached out and closed the door behind me as her hands made quick work of the buttons on my flannel shirt. I cradled the back of her head as my dick grew to life inside my jeans, the tip of my cock already leaking for her lips.
But I didn’t want her on the bed this time. If she was going to let me have her, then I wanted her how I’d dreamed of her.
Soaking wet in my shower while I cradled her in my arms.
CHAPTER 17
Amanda
His hand against the back of my head felt comforting. It took me no time to get his shirt off, his hands holding onto me. I could feel the warmth of his skin on the back of my neck; the tension vibrating between the two of us. I was drawn to him, swept under by his current and dragged out into the sea of his beautiful blue eyes.
Our clothes dropped to the floor before he scooped me up into his arms. I felt his muscles twitching against my body as his cock stood at attention. He carried me into his shower before placing me on my feet, his lips caressing my cheek. The hot water poured from the shower and cascaded over my body as he led me under it, wetting my hair and watching the rivers of water drip off my tits. I could feel his hands venturing over my curves, tracing the outlines of me as my fingertips studied his muscles.
Then, his lips were on my neck, sucking and nibbling, threatening to make marks I knew I’d have in the morning. He pressed himself against me as his cock throbbed, and as I opened my eyes the steam around us began to rise. I studied his beard and his brow. The way his hair fell in his face when he was wet. I stood back from him and took in his water-soaked body, watching his muscles shine and glisten in the heat of his bathroom.
My pussy was dripping for him, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
I threw myself at him, our lips crashing into one another. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to him as he growled into my skin. Our tongues danced, tasting each other as the water pounded against our skin. I could feel his need for me. I could feel the animal within him trying to break free.
He backed me against the shower wall and hiked my leg around his waist. I felt his cock teasing my pussy, his girth pulsing with lust. I opened my eyes and found his as a small grin spread across his face, and holding my gaze he slowly slid into me.
I shivered at his touch while he filled my body with his hardness.
Slowly, his hips rolled into mine. His lips peppered kisses along my brow as the water from the shower battered our bodies. His touch was electrifying. Addicting. Mesmerizing. His calluses were softened by the water as they smoothed over my skin. His cock rubbed against that sweet spot within my body that caused my leg to jolt. I felt myself growing weak against him as my fingertips dug into his shoulder. I was trying to keep myself upright, but every time he would roll his hips, my body would quake.
I felt his hand dip around my thigh and hike my other leg up. I locked my legs around him before he grabbed my hands, then he pinned my wrists above his head. He was staring right into my eyes as my tits pressed into him, and the coolness of the shower wall caused me to shiver.
“Thank you,” he said.
He reared back and slammed into me, and I moaned. I could hear the sloshing sounds as he pulled back out, his thickness coated in my arousal. He thrust into me again as my head leaned against the wall, my body open for his taking as his lips traveled down my chest. He wrapped his warm mouth around my nipple, his tongue swirling salaciously around the puckered tip. I was panting. Writhing. Dripping onto his skin as sweat began to gather on my brow.
“Brian,” I said breathlessly. “Please.”
His head came up to find my eyes, and I saw a mischievous glint ignite. He leaned down and captured my lips, a soft kiss from a strong man. My tongue ran across his lips as he smiled, but he pulled away before I could find entrance in the warmth of his mouth.