Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I wanted to try it.
Alas, I still had about ten thousand bobby pins in my hair, and so much hairspray that it likely wouldn’t be moving at all today.
No matter how rough he got with me as he was fucking my mouth, my hair was staying put.
I shivered, and goosebumps started to break out all down the length of my back and thighs.
“You like that?” he rasped, his voice sounding slightly strangled.
I didn’t see any use in lying.
So, I told him the God’s honest truth.
“If we weren’t at a baseball game, and I wasn’t on a date, I would’ve totally come onto you,” I told him. “That kiss you gave me for that Kiss Cam was the highlight of the last six months. I got more out of it than I do with my battery-operated boyfriends.”
He growled.
“You have a dildo?” he wondered.
I scoffed.
“I have like five,” I admitted.
And all of them did different things.
One had a clitoral stimulator, while another was supposed to be for the G-spot. Another one had added length while one other had added girth.
The last one, and my most favorite, had all of those things.
Lock burst out laughing at my honesty.
“I like that,” he said. “You being honest.”
I felt my face flush again.
I liked his praise.
What I also liked was the feel of his cock against my skin.
“Please,” I begged.
I wanted him inside of me.
I wanted him inside of me now.
I was tired of waiting.
Tired of a lot of things, actually.
Everything but Lock.
I hadn’t tired of thinking about him and his kiss over the last six months.
Feeling his tongue inside my mouth.
Feeling the way his hand had come up to cup my face, or the way my nipples felt when they grazed against his chest.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked.
I opened my eyes to see his staring back at me in the mirror.
“The kiss,” I told him. “How it felt having you inside of me.”
His eyes went hot as he broke our gazes, dropping his eyes to my panties.
“Gonna have something else of mine inside of you in just a few seconds,” he admitted, pulling my panties down.
He pushed them until they reached mid-calf on me, then let gravity do the rest.
Only, they stayed where they were, effectively making it to where I couldn’t open my legs any farther than they would allow.
But neither Lock nor I cared all that much in that moment because his fingers were trailing down the length of my sex, and I was trying not to orgasm just from having him touch my labia.
“I kind of like seeing hair down here,” he rumbled, stopping to pinch some of said hair between his fingers and tug.
I gasped, pressing myself harder into the counter.
He’d tugged right above my clit, causing the skin around it to shift with the movement.
Jesus Christ, he hadn’t even touched me all that much yet, and I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“I haven’t been able to get to my waxing lady lately,” I admitted. “Too much money.”
He hummed something behind me that I couldn’t quite hear, then started to explore all over again.
“Don’t shave it off on my account,” he said. “I really do like it. It’s sexy.”
I’d never found genital hair sexy before, but now I did.
Hearing that Lock liked it? I’d never get it ripped all the way off again.
I tried to spread my legs wider once again, hoping to have him touch me where I most wanted him if he could just see it, but my panties once again hobbled me.
I cursed and started to lean down to pull them off, but Lock stilled my movements with a well-placed hand directly in the middle of my back, holding me down.
“Leave them,” he ordered. “I kind of like you at my mercy.”
I left them.
I also started to wiggle.
My breasts were now cold from the marble underneath of me, as was half my belly.
My lower half, though?
Well, that was truly on fire.
I could feel my wetness seeping out of me in anticipation, and the way Lock was trailing his fingers down and up, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he felt it.
Then he pressed harder, causing my lips to part—both of them.
I gasped when his fingers finally pressed against me fully, parting my sex lips and delving deep all in one swift move.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, feeling my wetness and heat. “I could just slip right in.”
He probably could have…maybe.
From what I’d felt of his cock, he was pretty big.
He may not slip in, but I’d definitely make it a whole hell of a lot easier for him.
I was so focused on what I was feeling—his fingers teasing my entrance—that I didn’t realize he was going down to his knees.
But he did.
I had my eyes closed, and I was enjoying the way his fingers felt swirling in my wetness when all of a sudden, he pulled back.