Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
My hand that’s stroking his dick moves over his head again, and I swear it feels even more slick. His thumb is skating lightly over my clit, and I’m soaked, too. I let out a moan, and he kisses my neck. His cock is rock hard, and when I pump it up and down again, he lays his cheek against the top of my head, holding onto my back with one hand while his wicked fingers skate between my swollen lips and tease me where I’m throbbing.
“Libby...”
I give his tip a slow tug, and I swear he shudders. He’s playing the same game I am. I know when he works another finger into me and thrusts them both in deeper.
“Oh god.” My voice quivers.
His hand, holding onto my shoulder, trails down to cup my ass. His probing fingers, shove deeper inside, and I feel hot and dizzy, desperate. I shift my hips, needing…something.
“Hunter,” I groan. I feel shaky, almost scared by the sensations moving through me.
Hunter’s finger leave me. Then he scoops me up in his arms, walking carefully with his pants down. I can feel his dick’s tip against my bottom as he carries me across the room. We go through a big, glass door and into somewhere hot—a sauna, where he gently lays me out on one of the benches.
I watch through bleary eyes as he grabs two red towels and spreads them over the wood plank floor. Then he lifts me in his arms again and eases me down.
“You nervous?”
I gasp, panting, and he moves between my legs.
“Don’t you worry. I’m not gonna hurt you.” My shorts are unzipped and everything beneath them feels damp. I’m still throbbing, still feel like I need to move my hips or rub against…I guess him. He pushes my shorts down to my upper thighs and leans over me, his eyes meeting mine for just a second in what I think is a request for my permission.
Seeing nothing to dissuade him, Hunter pulls my thin panties aside and licks me. It’s just this flat, soft lick of his hot tongue, but it feels so good I shout and bow up off the floor. I can hear him chuckle, but it’s not unkind. Then his fingers shove back into me, his mouth closes over my cunt, and I’m lost as he tongues his way all up and down me…as his fingers push deep, as I throb and arch up, clutching his hair, moaning his name.
“Hunter…oh God…please…please…”
His tongue’s tip circles the spot where I want to feel pressure, and I’m thrashing, my legs scissoring, one of them hooking around his taut ass.
I say, “please,” and he laps at me—so damned glorious I’m screaming, spasming as pleasure spills through my whole body.
When I come to, I blink, fuzzily aware that Hunter is on his knees between my legs, cupping his giant erection and grinning like a schoolboy as he looks down on me.
I can’t help a soft laugh. It’s quickly followed by a deep blush.
“That was…just wow.” My eyes well with tears I blink back—tears of pure physical overwhelm…of the best kind.
I’m distracted by his crooked smile. He looks tired and pleased and honestly perfect sitting there, holding his dick. Then he moves his hand off himself, drapes his hand over my bare thigh, and strokes my skin lightly with his thumb. “You okay?”
I laugh. “I’m better than okay.”
I don’t know what’s gotten into me as I sit up, leaning closer, framing both my palms around his beautiful erection. I look up at him and hear myself whisper, “Can I…use my mouth?”
The second I ask, I realize my mistake. I feel like an idiot…until his hand comes over one of mine. He presses my palm to his cock, wraps an arm around my shoulders, and gives me the deepest, warmest kiss I’ve ever had.
I’m lost in the rhythm of our kissing, and my rubbing…lost until he groans in my mouth. When we pull apart, he’s breathing harder.
I grab onto him with both of my hands, holding his base with one—and reaching my fingertips down to stroke his balls—while pumping his shaft with the other.
“Ahh fuck…”
He’s so gorgeous with his eyes shut and his broad chest heaving. Then he splays his hand over my knee, gripping as I squeeze my hand around his tip and he moans. It’s the loudest sound he’s made, but I’m still surprised when his body trembles and my hand goes hot. He’s coming in my hand, and I can feel his dick throb as he pants there with his head back and his eyes shut, one hand clutching me, his jaw taut and then loose. His eyes open and find me, and they’re slightly wide.
I squeeze him just a little and he shudders again.
“Oh God. Libby.”
His gaze bounces around the room. I reach behind me for a towel.