Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I’m in trouble.
I feel her lips press against my neck, and I plant my feet in the muddy bottom of the river to hold us steady. My toes dig into the muck, and my hands grip her ass tighter. That’s not so I won’t drop her. That’s to keep from pushing my cock inside her. One quick thrust is all it would take.
She trails kisses up my neck to my cheek. When she reaches my ear, she whispers, “Can you fuck me like this? Holding me like this?”
I swallow hard and remind myself I’m a man, not a randy teenager. “Is that what you want?” My voice is gravelly, but that’s not something I can control. I’m too turned on to care.
“You probably can’t do it. That’s okay. It was just an idea.”
I growl. I’m pretty sure I’ve never growled like this before in my entire life, but there is no other way to explain the sound that rips from the back of my throat. My feet are moving, slicing through the dark water and taking us to the shore. My grip on her ass is tight as we emerge, water dripping from us.
“I thought you wanted to swim?”
“This sounds more fun.” Her reply is breathless, and my cock weeps to be inside her.
I march to the truck, grabbing my T-shirt out of the chair along the way. I manage to hold on to her and lower the tailgate at the same time. I toss the T-shirt down as a barrier for her and place her on top of it. Then, I frame her face in my hands and kiss the breath from her lungs. Pushing my tongue past her lips, I explore her mouth like it’s my fucking job to know every single inch of her inside and out.
“You’re supposed to be holding me.”
“Trust me, Firecracker. I understood the assignment.” I press another quick kiss to her lips before stepping away from her.
“Where are you going?” she calls out. “You can’t just leave me here all worked up like this, Kincaid.”
I ignore her shouts as I stalk through the grass in my still mucky bare feet. When I reach the passenger door of the truck, I tear it open and fumble to reach inside the glove box. I stored a box of condoms there before I left the house today. I stopped on the way home from the shower and grabbed them. I was hopeful we would go back to her place or mine. If it was hers, I wanted to be prepared. I have another unopened box in my nightstand.
Grabbing the box, I tear it open and rip off what I need before slamming the door and stalking back to where I left Scarlett on my tailgate. I hold up the condom, and she grins. “Were you a boy scout?”
“No.” I huff out a laugh. Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I quickly sheath my hard cock, tossing the wrapper on the tailgate. “Come here.” I move in close, and Scarlett leaps into my arms. I steady my feet as her mouth fuses with mine.
“Now, Archer.”
What the lady wants, the lady gets.
Keeping one arm wrapped around her, holding her close, I take the other and guide my cock inside her. She moans as she sinks down on me. She lifts and then falls back on my cock, and I grit my teeth.
She feels too fucking good.
I let her play, making sure she’s nice and wet. “You ready for more?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck.
“Everything, Popeye. Give me everything.”
I grip her ass as I spread my feet apart, bracing myself. I lift her up and slam her back down on my cock. She moans a low, growly sound from deep in the back of her throat before she chants the word “Yes,” over and over and over again.
“Is this what you wanted? Did you want to ride my cock?” I ask.
“Faster.”
Fuck me. She’s going to kill me. “My fucking pleasure,” I answer, giving her exactly what she wants. With a punishing pace, I lift her up and down on my cock. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, and from the sounds she’s emitting, she’s enjoying herself immensely.
“Archer… I’m close. Oh… there. Right there,” she instructs.
I don’t slow down, giving her everything she needs. Her pussy starts to quiver around my cock, and I’m thankful as I’m ready to blow. I never would have thought that sex with Scarlett could get any better.
I was wrong.
Dead fucking wrong.
“Good girl, milk my cock.” The words are barely out of my mouth before her orgasm crashes through her like a blazing inferno. I don’t stop until I feel her pussy relax, and that’s when I thrust twice. Two more hard strokes of her pussy on my cock, and I’m calling out her name as I still and bury my face into her neck.