Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
She’s been a constant, unwanted presence dominating my thoughts. Even when I didn’t want her to be.
Especially when I didn’t want her to be.
Her index finger continues to sweep back and forth. When it ventures inside my mouth, I bite down on the tip. It’s not hard, just enough to get her attention.
A gasp escapes from her.
That’s all it takes for my restraint to snap and my hand to snake around the back of her head, drawing her close enough for our lips to collide. As soon as they do, she opens, and my tongue delves inside her mouth. The sweet taste of her floods my senses.
How will I ever get my fill of this girl?
Instead of dwelling on that thought, I shove it from my brain and focus on how good she feels in my arms. She fits perfectly. Almost as if she were made for me. Or maybe it’s the other way around. I have no idea.
What I do know is that when we’re together, I feel complete. Life hasn’t felt that way for a long time.
One hand slides from the nape of her neck to her hip as the other fastens onto the opposite side so I can hoist her on top of me. Her legs part as she straddles my pelvis. The soft material of her dress falls around us and her panty-covered pussy gets nestled against my rock-solid length. I’ve been fighting a boner for most of the night, and I can’t do it any longer.
I flex my hips, rolling them against her. My hands tighten to hold her in place as her head tips, exposing the delicate column of her throat.
God, but she’s beautiful. Especially against the backdrop of the night sky. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace than I do at this moment.
“Mmmm…that feels so good,” she whispers.
The only thing better than this is being buried deep inside the heat of her body.
I told myself before picking her up that our date wouldn’t end with sex. We’d talk. Get to know each other.
“Poppy…” My fingers bite into her flesh.
She lifts her head to meet my heavy-lidded gaze. “What?”
“We shouldn’t take this any further.”
“Why not?” Leaning forward, her fingers pull at my polo, forcing it upward until it’s gathered around my chest. Her palms sweep over the bare flesh as her gaze tracks each movement. “We want each other.” She slants a look at me. “Don’t we?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t see what the problem is.”
I release a steady breath as her fingertips brush over my nipples before lazily circling them. All of my resistance crumbles. Especially when her hands drift to my belt buckle. She hesitates as her questioning gaze meets mine. Somehow, our roles have flipped and now she’s the one seeking out permission to take things further.
Maybe I was a fool to believe that tonight would end any other way than this.
When I jerk my head into a nod, she loosens the buckle before flicking open the button and lowering the zipper. She scoots back just enough for her fingers to slip inside my boxers and wrap around my cock. A groan slides from my lips as I thrust into her palm.
Fuck me, that feels good.
I don’t understand how everything she does makes me feel like I’m going to come undone. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. She’s a twenty-year-old girl. I’ve been with a shit ton of women, ones who knew how to suck the chrome off a bumper, and I still managed to control myself. All this one has to do is wrap her hand around my dick and I’m ready to blow my load.
Ridiculous.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, breaking into the intense pleasure crashing around inside my brain. Which is probably for the best. A few more pumps and I’d likely embarrass myself.
“Back pocket, in my wallet.”
One hand stays wrapped around me while the other slips to the pocket of my jeans. She grabs the wallet before setting it on my chest.
“I could get it, but then I’d have to—”
“I’ll get it,” I blurt.
Her lips tremble as she strokes my length. “I figured that might be your answer.”
I flip open the wallet and grab the condom before tossing the leather aside. As I tear into the package, ready to cover my cock with latex, she reaches for the foil square.
“Let me do it.”
I blink at the unexpected offer.
When I hesitate, she holds out her hand and I lay the thin square in her palm. Carefully, she pulls out the rubber before yanking down the elastic band of my boxers until my erection can spring free. My heartbeat picks up its tempo when she scoots further down my thighs and leans down to run the tip of her tongue over my cock. Back and forth she strokes as I fight to keep the groan trapped inside. When she sucks the crown into her mouth, that becomes impossible.