Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
She gave as good as she got, opening for him and accepting the onslaught with enthusiasm. She tasted minty and intoxicating. Her curious tongue explored his mouth. When he bit her lower lip, she moaned and ground her ass against him.
He continued fingering her. Her hips sped, egging him on. After a few moments, she placed her hand over his, keeping his fingers deep inside her. He took the hint, rubbing her walls with fast, rough strokes.
She whined into his mouth, making him chuckle. “That’s it, baby,” he said against her lips. “Tell me what feels good.”
“Scott,” she groaned as she rode his hand. She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m close.”
Grinning, he strummed her clit. She jolted hard at the first touch.
“More.”
Damn, what was fucking sexier than a woman demanding what she wanted? The Army taught him how to follow orders, and he did it well. “Yes, ma’am.” He thumbed her clit again and again. On the third pass, she tensed and dug her nails into his hand. Her mouth opened, and at first, no sound came out, but then her back bowed, and she let out a long wail. She vibrated against him, still holding his hand in her pussy.
“Wow,” she said as the shaking became gentler tremors.
He chuckled.
Her head still rested on his shoulder, only now it lay heavier. Her eyes had taken on that slightly drunk post-orgasm haze, and her smile was crooked. His cock was hard as fucking iron against her ass. She shifted, and intense pleasure had him grunting.
Olivia’s smile turned wicked. “Something wrong?” she asked with mock innocence as she wiggled that perfect fucking ass.
He grabbed her hips to still the erotic torture. “Yeah, something’s wrong. My cock’s hungry as fuck.”
She straightened, then turned to face him. The sultry look she gave him spoke of pure sex. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She made quick work of his button and zipper.
Before she shoved them down, he grabbed the condom he kept in his back pocket.
“Guess the army taught you good preparedness.”
“Among other things.” He’d have winked if he wasn’t dying from the gentle brushes of her fingertips against his cock. Instead, he spun her around and pushed between the center of her shoulder blades. She immediately bent forward, sticking that delectable ass out and bracing on the counter with her elbows.
“God, woman, that ass is sinful.”
With a light laugh, she hiked the T-shirt up over her hips and shook her ass. He groaned as he pushed his pants down to his knees. “Fucking stop, or I’m going to come from putting the damn condom on.”
Her laugh had him smiling despite his desperate need to fuck. She peered over her shoulder, watching with heat as he ripped open the foil and sheathed himself. The minx licked her lips as though recalling the taste of his cock on her tongue. This was the woman he assumed would be a block of ice in bed. How wrong he’d been. She was the hottest fire, and he never could resist a flame.
He rolled the condom down his length, fully aware of her eyes on him. Fuck, it felt too damn incredible. He clenched his teeth and thought of sleeping on the hard ground in freezing temperatures. Anything to keep him from unloading before he got inside her pussy. With the condom in place, he fisted his cock and glanced at her face.
“Scott?” she said in a husky voice.
He raised an eyebrow and rubbed the head of his cock through her soaked folds.
She exhaled, and her eyes fluttered closed as she bit her lower lip. When she opened her eyes, need shone bright and hot.
“Fuck, you want this cock, don’t you?”
With a nod, she said. “Yes, Scott.” She spread her legs wide and stuck out her ass.
He couldn’t help but grab it and knead the soft flesh. His mouth watered to take a bite.
Later.
“Forget what you think you know of me,” she said. “I’m not soft. I don’t need it easy. I won’t break.”
Her face was flush with arousal. With her hair in a sloppy bun, he had a full view of the slope of her neck. She’d be walking away with his mark on her skin. He’d make sure of it.
“You saying you want me to fuck you hard, Livy?”
“The harder, the better.”
Fuck. The harder, the better. Who was this tempting woman? He didn’t do soft. Hadn’t for years. Softness left him a long time ago with the shit he’d seen and done. He fucked as he fought with fierce determination and no holds barred, trying to drive away his demons.
His brand of fucking wasn’t for all women.
But he’d been willing to try to temper himself if it meant getting inside Olivia.
To know he didn’t need to? That she once again saw him through her nonjudgmental gaze and understood what he needed? And maybe to have it be what she needed as well?