Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“No. I can be quiet.”
An image of her screaming out my name flashes through my head, but that’s not where we are. That’s not this moment. Not with her daughter sleeping in the same room. It feels a little creepy, but I know it’s what parents do. Hell, my brothers have talked about this—being quiet while their kids are sleeping. It’s not like Ada is old enough to know what’s going on. She will be soon, but right now, tonight, she’s not. This is Stella’s decision since she’s her mom, and she says it’s fine, so yeah, this is happening.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Kincaid.” She gives me a shy smile.
I raise my hips. “I think I need your help.” It’s bullshit, and we both know it, but she doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, she climbs onto the bed, kneeling next to me. She grabs the waistband of my shorts on either side of my hips and tugs. She tosses them to the floor and then goes back, repeating the process for my boxer briefs.
“Oh,” she says when she lays eyes on my bare cock for the first time.
“Still think you’re ready?” I ask her. I know what I’m working with, and it’s been so long for her. I don’t want to hurt her. “Nightstand, top drawer.” She again climbs off the bed and opens the drawer, pulling out the unopened box of condoms. “Check the date,” I tell her. They’ve been in there for a while. I’m sure we’re okay, but better safe than sorry.
“I can’t see.” She laughs. “How long ago did you buy these?”
“A while ago. We should be fine, but I’m not risking you, Stel. Use my cell phone for a light.”
She uses my cell phone and nods. Dropping the phone back to the nightstand, she pulls out a small foil packet and climbs back on the bed. She hands it to me, but I shake my head. “You can do the honors.”
“I’ve… never done that.”
“That’s fine. Just try. We have an entire box.” Something about being the man she gets to experience this with does something to me. I can’t explain what this feeling is. My chest is tight and warm, and I almost feel… possessive of her. She’s not mine, but for tonight, she is, and I want her to have this. To take what she needs from a man she knows will stand by her side should something happen.
With shaking hands, she tears open the wrapper and gets to work sheathing my cock. She tosses her leg over mine so that she’s straddling my hips. My cock is nestled against her pussy.
“You sure you’re ready for me?”
“Stop asking.”
I chuckle, holding my hands up in the air. I’m lying back on the pillow while she stares down at me. “This is your show, Stel.”
“Then I think it’s time we start it.” Lifting up on her knees, she palms me and guides me inside her heat.
I grit my teeth at the feel of her tight, wet, warm pussy strangling my cock. This—being inside her—is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s different from every other time. So much so that no other time exists for me except for this one.
“You feel so good,” I say, rubbing my hands over her bare thighs.
Her eyes are closed, and her head is tilted back. I watch her in the moonlight; her blonde hair shines. The silky strands almost glow in the dim lighting. “Tell me what you need, Stella.”
“I’m so full.” Lifting her head, she peers down at me. “I don’t know what I need.”
“Rock against me.” I place my hands on her hips and help her move back and forth. She moans. It’s a deep sound that makes me want to lose control. She gains a rocking rhythm, so I move my hands back to her thighs. She lifts and then slowly sinks back down, repeating the process before rocking her hips and then lifting. It’s delicious torture.
“You keep fucking me like that, Stel, and I’m gonna come,” I warn her.
“Isn’t that the point?”
I sit up and wrap my arms around her, capturing her lips with mine. She slows her movements but doesn’t stop. When I pull away, I’m out of breath. “I don’t come before you do.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she admits shyly.
“Oh, angel, you can. I promise you that.” I trail kisses from her jaw down her neck, working my way to her tits. When I capture a hard nipple between my teeth, she squirms, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Don’t stop—that.”
I smile as I continue to nip and suck before moving to the other side. Her chest is rising at a rapid pace with each breath she pulls into her lungs. Releasing her tit, I move my lips to hers. She tastes so damn sweet. I could easily become addicted if I allowed myself to do so. My cock throbs. I’m close.