Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“What are you afraid of?” I ask, every muscle tense and throbbing.
“Are you sure you want to see me?”
“You’re joking,” I groan. “There’s no damn way you’re asking me that. You’re the only woman I want to see.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she murmurs.
“Maybe I shouldn’t,” I snarl, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing her luscious tits hidden within her bra. “Maybe I should be good. Maybe I should try and pretend that this Valentine’s thing doesn’t mean a damn thing. Maybe…”
But I can’t resist her anymore. I kiss down her mounds, then unclip her bra at the front. When the material falls away, I let out a shudder of pure desire. Her breasts are round and large, the definition of curvaceous. I tenderly massage one while bringing my mouth to her other, sucking her nipple.
“Oh, Alex,” she whimpers urgently. “Yes, yes…”
I slide my hand from her breast and over her stomach. When she cringes, I reluctantly release her nipple and lean back. “What the fuck was that about, gorgeous?”
“What?” she murmurs, but I can tell she knows what I mean. “It’s just, when you touched my belly… But it’s not a big deal.”
“Your figure is perfect,” I tell her, kissing her lips, then her breasts, then her stomach. She giggles. “Perfect, Tori, and don’t you dare think otherwise, got it?”
I return to her lips, gliding my hand down her body as our kisses become more urgent. I slip into her waistband and into her underwear, my dick leaking as I get closer to her clit and her warm entrance.
Her heat gives me an aching preview of how she’ll feel wrapped around my shaft. She moans, opening her mouth, our teeth clicking in the mayhem of lust.
Her eyes are wide with almost disbelief as if she’s stunned by how right this feels. I smear her wetness over her sex, groaning as I rub her faster, captivated, no, hypnotized by the pleasure sizzling in her expression.
After a minute or two, she begins to move her hips in time with my hand. It makes her breasts shiver and shake, her body twitching. My cock has never been harder, my tip pushing urgently against my pants, trying to escape, trying to claim her.
“Oh, oh,” she gasps, her mouth opening and closing like she’s struggling to stop from screaming. “Freaking… fucking… oh…”
I move to her entrance, slipping my finger inside as I press the heel of my palm against her clit at the same time. No matter what happens, I’ll never forget the way her moan changes when I apply pressure.
It goes from excitement flooded with desire to unstoppable. Nothing could prevent her curvy, flawless body from gifting me with an orgasm now. She closes her legs around my hand, trapping it there.
I rub her so hard, fingering her slit, my dick pulsing as I imagine pushing inside of her instead. She feels so tight; it’s easy to imagine her wrapped around my shaft, gliding up and down, coaxing wave after wave of come from me.
She turns her face to the side as she goes over the edge, biting on the sheets, her body trembling all over.
“Fuck,” I moan, grabbing her pants.
She touches my wrist again. “Alex…”
“I need you,” I tell her, the truest words I’ve ever spoken. “I need your body. I need to be inside you. I need to look into your eyes and see them flood with another orgasm, but this time, with me buried deep, all the way inside…”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
I know I should stop. There’s something she wants to say, but there’s another part of me that just wants to tear her pants off, reveal her thickness, kiss and lick her lips and her clit, and make her go wild again before I slide my throbbing dick into her.
“No – you’re right. But I don’t want to do anything else. I mean, I want to. But… it’s just moving fast, okay?”
Somehow, I manage to drag my hand away from her. But with her being half naked, it’s still difficult to focus.
“Maybe you should…” I chuckle savagely. “I can’t even say it. That’s how badly I want you.”
Her smile breaks through her anxiety. “Maybe I should put my clothes on. Is that what you were going to say?”
“Yeah… unfortunately.”
She laughs, but the laughter stops when she has clipped her bra and pulled her shirt over her head. “I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, especially after everything that’s happened.”
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
She sits up and takes my hands, biting her lip.
Again, she looks nervous and scared even by what she’s feeling, the connection growing between us. When she gets that look, I think she’d do anything to sever this bond.
She wanted to keep it casual, but we are way past that.