Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Good?” she asked.
“Yep. Now your knees should flex a bit. Good,” I said when she bent them a bit. “And then,” I said, my arms going down hers to grab her wrists. “You bend slightly forward,” I said, bending her. “You keep your head level, but your arms straight, so the sight is by your eyes,” I said. “There. Perfect,” I said, releasing her arms, then pushing her headphone back on. “Shoot,” I called, not stepping back.
She took a deep breath, then squeezed the trigger on her exhale.
The bullet lodged right in the center of the chest.
Excited, she kept going until she emptied the magazine.
And every single one landed. Chest, throat, head.
When she was done, she put the gun down, ripped off her ear and eye protection, and whipped around.
Smile huge.
“I did it!” she said, her pride bursting out of her.
“Yeah, you did,” I said, giving her a smile, but it didn’t last long.
We were too fucking close.
My senses were overwhelmed with her.
I didn’t stop.
I didn’t think.
My hand just rose, grabbing the back of her neck, and pulling her against me as my lips crashed down on hers.
There was a slight intake of breath, a muffled gasp, before she was fucking melting into me, her hands drifting up my forearms to grab me around my biceps as my lips slanted over hers.
Any reservations I might have felt—and they were few—flew away at her reaction.
My fingers caressed the back of her neck as I pushed her back until her ass met the table, then leaned down slightly to grab the backs of her thighs, pulling, lifting, until she scooted up onto the top.
My legs pressed into her knees until her thighs parted, allowing me to move between.
Her little whimper was muffled by my lips as my arm went around the middle of her back, so I could arch her backward.
Our chests pressed together as her arms wrapped around my neck.
My cock was straining against my jeans as I leaned in, as I pressed against her pussy with only the thin swatch of her panties covering it. Thank God for sundresses, man.
Just as lost in the moment as I was, Lana arched her hips upward, wrapping her legs around my lower back, seeking the friction she needed right then.
I couldn’t keep my hands from roaming then, up her back, down her sides, under her skirt to tease over her thighs, up her belly, then over her breasts, fingers squeezing there, getting a ragged moan out of her.
A groan escaped me as she used her leverage to rock her hips against my cock, making a pleasure-pain combination rack my system even as she whimpered against my lips.
“Fuck,” I hissed, breaking the kiss, then tugging her lower lip with my teeth.
Her fingers tightened on the back of my neck, little crescents that would mark me after we were done.
My lips found hers again as I yanked my hips backward, created some space, something that had Lana grumbling. Until my hand was teasing up her inner thigh, until it was slipping under her panties, teasing over her pussy, finding her already wet for me.
My thumb found her clit, working it until she was rocking against my touch.
Then my fingers shifted down, slipped inside of her.
Her lips broke from mine in a moan as I started to thrust inside of her as my thumb continued the work on her clit.
“I need to taste you,” I hissed, my fingers leaving her to grab her panties, yanking them down her legs, then lowering myself down, sliding between her thighs, and sucking her clit into my mouth.
Lana’s hands slammed down on my head as I started to work her with my tongue, as my fingers slipped back inside her, turning, teasing over her top wall.
Her little whimpers became loud moans as I drove her up, as her pussy tightened around my fingers.
“Seth, I…” she started to cry out, even as her pussy became a vice.
She was going to come.
Then, my tongue working her, my fingers stroking, she did, crying out as her pussy spasmed, as her whole body tensed, as her thighs crushed to the sides of my head.
My fingers were still inside her, and my lips pressing kisses to the insides of her thighs when we both heard it.
A loud rapping.
The front door.
Given the sign there, I could only figure that it was Amos returning to work.
We both jerked away in unison.
Lana fetched her panties and started to struggle back into them as I got back to my feet.
There were another couple raps, making me turn to look at Lana, who was actively avoiding eye contact.
Then, with a sigh, knowing the moment was gone, I made my way out of the range, and back into the lobby.
Amos was at the door, looking a lot tenser than when he’d left, but with a book tucked under his arm, and seeming ready to get back to work.