Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“I didn’t want you to come out to the house before I had it ready for you. It’s my wedding gift to you. I may not be able to build you a brand-new home like The Last Riders are building for their women, but I can paint and fix a few things to make it look new. I don’t want you to see it until I carry you over the threshold after our wedding.”
“I don’t need a new home. I love the one I have now. The one your father built, and the one you and your siblings were born in, the one where your mother marked how tall you all were in the pantry closet.”
Greer raised his head to kiss the side of her mouth while burying his hands in her hair to keep her from raising her head.
Frustrated that she couldn’t turn around to hold him, she tried to buck him off her back.
“You trying to get frisky?”
He groaned, sliding down so his cock could rub against the vee of her thighs. He pulled her nightgown up to her neck that had become tangled around her waist, leaving her back and her lower extremities bare, except for her flimsy panties.
“I wish you were shorter,” Holly complained.
“Why?” Amusement filled his voice.
“Because I want to kiss you.”
“I can fix that.” He leaned forward until he was hunched over her, his mouth reaching her lips.
Every time Greer kissed her, it was like stepping onto a speed glass elevator, taking her from the ground to the top of a skyscraper. All she could do was watch reality fall away as the floors whizzed by her. He kissed her like it was the first and last kiss she would ever have.
She tried to focus on the slide of his tongue, how he tasted—every single detail, so she could figure out what made it so special. Why his kisses? Why this man? This impossibly aggravating, arrogant man who, when he kissed her, made her feel like the doors of heaven were opening and she was able to glimpse the guarded beauty inside.
“Are you sure the door is locked?” she mumbled against his mouth.
“Pretty sure. You want me to check?”
“No. I’ll hear them coming down the steps, I think.”
Greer started rocking his cock against her bottom, and Holly buried her face in the blanket, breaking the kiss. A woman could only handle so much.
He slid his hand across her belly, slipping down between her thighs and caressing her clit through her panties.
“I want you inside me!”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
He twisted the crotch of her panties with one hand, leaving her pussy bared and vulnerable to the fingers that swept through her wetness before sinking inside to stroke her into a frenzy of need. The bite of pain from where her panties were digging into her skin heightened the awareness of Greer having control.
“Can you reach your phone on the nightstand?”
“What?” She couldn’t focus on his question. It was only when he asked again did she manage to reach out and grab it.
“Turn the camera on, hit record, and slide it down between your legs. I want to watch me fucking you.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to do that …” She whimpered when his fingers left her bereft until he replaced it with his cock.
“Why not? No one will see it but us. And if they do, you won’t be aiming the camera at our faces. The only thing anyone will see is my cock and your pussy.”
“I don’t want anyone seeing any part of my body!”
“They won’t. It’ll be just for us to watch. Don’t you want to see how wet you get? How your clit gets all hard and nubby.” Greer showered his attention for each part of her anatomy as he mentioned it.
Hitting record, she slipped the phone downward until she could see it was where Greer wanted it.
“Now, stay still,” he moaned, kissing the flesh between her shoulder blades. “Let me do all the work. That way, the video won’t be so shaky.”
“Quit talking. I can’t concentrate when all I’m thinking about is you doing this with other women.” That he had done this with other women enough to perfect how to hold the camera was ruining any enjoyment he was trying to stroke.
“Woman, I’ve never recorded myself fucking anyone before. I’m doing this for you, not me.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, trust me. It’s on your phone, not mine. You can delete it anytime you want to.”
She didn’t know if his reasoning had her tension easing, or if it was the feel of his cock siding in and out of her while the camera watched. Whatever it was, it had her slamming her butt backward into his thrusts.
She forgot about the camera as she tried to reach the intangible pulses that were coursing through her, trying to reach her center. Each stroke of his cock lifted her higher, making her tremble as she continued to try to reach it, but it was just out of reach. One second, it would be in reach, then it was flying away from her.