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)
They broke apart when air became scarce but stayed as close as possible. “I was so scared. But you’re okay. Brooke said to trust you, and I do, Scott. I was terrified, but I knew you’d be okay because you’re so strong. And so skilled.”
He kissed her again to stem the flow of compliments he didn’t want or deserve. She moaned into his mouth, then tightened her embrace. Pulling back, she stared deep into his eyes. “Take me home, Scott.”
Home.
“Take me home and fuck me for the rest of the night. You have no idea how badly I need you.” She pressed her hips into him, nearly humping him right there in Curly’s driveway.
“Don’t worry, I get it,” he said on a gasp as her pelvis rocked over the iron rod of his dick. Her eyes closed, and a soft puff of air left her mouth.
Fuck, he needed inside this woman more than he’d ever needed anything.
He grabbed her hand. After pressing a kiss to her knuckles, he said, “C’mon, baby, let’s go home.”
The whole way home, she held him tighter, pressed closer, and stayed that way even when they slowed. It was only because she was exhausted and worried about dozing off on the bike.
At least that’s what he told himself. Because thinking she might need to feel as close to him as possible was stupid.
And thrilling.
And so fucking appealing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
HE WAS ON her before the door snicked shut. Nothing could’ve stopped him from getting his hands all over her.
Olivia moaned into his mouth, completely shameless in her desire for him. He got it. This insane urge to have each other was the strongest and most intoxicating pull. It wouldn’t be ignored.
She shoved her hands under his shirt, making him groan as those soft fingers glided up his stomach and over his chest. She pressed, molded, and nearly clawed his muscles as though trying to climb inside him.
His cock ached something fierce, and his balls hung heavy and full. When he finally came, it’d be fucking epic. He grabbed Olivia’s ass and lifted, lining her up perfectly as he ground his cock against her.
They both groaned long, tortured sounds of half satisfaction and half need.
Kissing her like he’d die if he didn’t, he worked one hand between their bodies. In seconds, he had his jeans unsnapped and the zipper down. Olivia helped him shove them down just enough to free his cock. Instead of moving to lower her pants, she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed.
“Fuck!” he shouted into her mouth as rockets went off in his brain. Pleasure hit him so hard, it nearly buckled his knees.
Liv’s lips curled against his. Then they were kissing again. By some miracle, he managed to endure her mischievous hands without embarrassing himself while yanking her shorts over her ass, just enough to expose her saturated sex.
“Fuck me, you’re drenched for me,” he spoke against her lips as he dragged his fingers through the wetness.
She bucked into his hand. “Please, Scott!”
“What’s wrong, baby?” He fingered her entrance, chuckling as she groaned in frustration. “Don’t you want to play first?”
“No! I don’t want to play. I want you to fuck me. Now!” The desperation in her voice turned him on as much as her hands fisting his cock.
“Hell, yes.” Neither needed foreplay. The only thing that could satisfy the hunger was to get inside her. He knocked her hand off his cock, gripped the base, and pushed into her with one smooth, hard snap of his hips.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her head fell back, hitting the wall as her eyes closed. “Yes. Feels so good.” She grabbed his ass, holding him as deep as he could get inside her.
Good didn’t begin to capture the astonishing feeling of the slick heat squeezing his cock. Even better than the last—
“Fuck, condom!” It was a weak protest because he honestly didn’t know if he possessed the strength to pull out.
Olivia’s finger’s dug into his ass. He couldn’t resist flexing his gluts and pulsing into her.
“Don’t care,” she said on a breathy exhale. “I’m clean. And protected.”
His forehead met hers, and he inhaled her breath. “Thank fuck.”
“Please don’t stop. Please keep fucking me.” The sassy, defiant, sophisticated woman disappeared, leaving behind a raw, vulnerable, needy version of Olivia. He had a feeling she didn’t show this side of herself to many, if anyone else. And fuck if that didn’t make him feel unstoppable.
He kissed her, ending the plea. “Shh. I’m clean. I’m not stopping.” Usually, he’d be fucking her into oblivion right now, but out of nowhere, a fullness entered his chest. Unfamiliar, terrifying emotions bombarded his brain.
And came flying out his mouth.
“What the fuck have you done to me, Olivia?” he whispered with their foreheads pressed together and their noses bumping. “You’re all I want, day and night.” He rocked his hips into her, making her whimper. “And not just for this pussy. I just want to be with you, look at you, talk to you, and listen to you talk. I can’t stop it, Liv.”