Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Put the fucking condom on or fuck me without it. I’m on the pill and clean, and unless you’re lying about not having been with other women, then your dick is clean too.” Her nails drilled into the flexing muscles of his back.
She was helpless as a shrill scream erupted from her when his cock plunged into her pussy, sinking so deep inside of her that she knew Crazy Bitch had lost their bet. No other dick would compare to the one that was propelling her to an orgasm he could accomplish with nothing but a few touches.
Any sexual experience she’d had in the past was a mockery compared to what Dalton could do by taking his clothes off. He had an intrinsic sexual appeal that made you think of hot, nasty sex even when he was doing something as mundane as driving a car.
The erotic smack of their bodies coming together heightened her arousal. Biting his shoulder to prevent another scream was like a lighter to a matchstick, surging it even higher.
The taste of Dalton was another aphrodisiac: salty, dark, and heady. Like her favorite liquor, every move burned with a shocking heat that would have you gasping for air.
Tearing his mouth away from her breast, he pressed his hips down on hers, controlling the squirming motions of her body.
“You’re going to come if you keep that up.” His throaty whisper in her ear had her biting down on him harder. “Slow it down. We have all day.”
His sensual promise didn’t help to slow the fire that was consuming her, instead notching it higher, like a blowtorch on an already lit fire.
Changing his attacks on her senses, Dalton moved his mouth between her heaving breasts, laving the skin with a long stoke of his tongue that had her nipples tightening into hard nubs.
“Your breasts are sensitive…”
Another long stroke of his tongue had her trying to twist out of his carnal embrace.
“Hollywood… please let me move,” she begged.
“I will… soon. Why do you like to call me Hollywood when you get aroused?”
She stilled under him, her face turning to the side.
“Tell me, Trudy.”
Her name on his lips had hers trembling, not wanting to ruin the first time he was actually fucking her, but it wasn’t in her to deny Dalton anything he wanted.
“Because I know Oceane will always own your heart, but Hollywood… I can have a small part of him.”
She wasn’t expecting him to gently turn her face to stare back at him.
“There’s no one here right now but me and you, no matter which name comes out of your mouth.”
When he captured her mouth, their breaths mingled, as did the lower ends of their bodies. The sex between them became of duel of desire to see who could win the battle.
T.A. knew that Dalton’s main goal was her mind-blowing orgasm, while, God help her, she was fighting for so much more. She was fighting for the ultimate prize: a small part of the soul that Oceane had carried away with her.
She didn’t want or need the whole enchilada, just a small, tiny piece she could call her own. It would be more than she’d had before and it was what she’d been searching for all her life. Dalton was the man she had been looking for, and now all she had to do was convince him.
Her thighs went to his hips, determined not to let him have it all his way. No victor could win a battle without getting a little dirty, and she didn’t mind getting dirty with the prize at stake.
Her hand went to his ass cheek, two fingertips squeezing together to pinch him to make him move again.
His dick surged inside her, past her comfort level into one that had her wanting to cry.
“Please let me give them one little picture,” she wailed out.
His laughing chest vibrated against hers. “No.”
“That’s so not fair! That bitch is gonna win, and it should be me.”
“You’ll live.” Uncompromisingly, his hips pumped back and forth, creating the friction she needed and catapulting her into coming. His movements became rougher, as if he was no longer leaving the choice to her, arrogantly using the sensations he was creating to toss her skyward, clutching him tighter not wanting the spiraling pleasure to ever end as they both came back to earth gasping each other’s names.
“Wow.” Sighing, she ran her lips over his muscular shoulder. “I can definitely say I can strike another item off my bucket list.”
Dalton stopped playing with her nipple to look up. “Which is?”
“I’ve always wanted to see the Hollywood lights, and sweet Jesus, I didn’t have to leave Jamestown to see them.”
He squeezed her breast in his hand. “Were they what you were expecting?” he teased along with her.
T.A. rolled over until she was lying on his chest.