Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
She had no control where Alex Sheppard was concerned.
“I know why you did what you did, know you truly think you don’t deserve me.” Their mouths were still touching, but no pressure was being added and she found that highly erotic. “I want this, too.”
He groaned against her lips and moved his hands between their bodies to cup one of her breasts. God, that shouldn’t have felt as incredible as it did, right? Her top didn’t allow for much give, and her breasts were somewhat compressed behind her sports bra, but God it felt amazing.
Alex curled his hand around the mound and gave it a squeeze, a low growl leaving his mouth and rumbling into her body… settling right between her thighs. And when he slipped his hand under the material of her shirt, his bare fingers skimming her damp, overheated flesh, she moaned loud and long and obscenely.
“Take it off, Alex,” she found herself begging, not caring how she sounded, just needing more. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t make her say it again. A second later he wrenched her shirt up and over her breasts, and then gripped the bottom band of her sports bra and jerked it up so hard and fast that her breasts sprung free and bounced from the force.
He pulled back and looked down at the flesh he revealed. “God damn, baby,” he groaned. “You have the prettiest chest, the pinkest nipples… a perfect handful.” Suddenly he cupped the bare flesh and squeezed to the point of pain, but all that did was make her pleasure rise higher.
No more thinking, no more questioning her actions or how she felt. Mary just decided to go for what she’d wanted for far too long, damn the consequences. Because I deserve to feel good.
Reaching between their bodies, she gripped the elastic waistband of his workout shorts and pushed them down, wanting to feel every part of him pressed against her. Bare skin to bare skin. He added pressure to her lips before resting his forehead against the crook of her neck, his frantic breath moving across her exposed, slightly sweaty flesh.
Before she effectively got his shorts passed the part of him she really needed to see and feel, Alex placed his hand on hers, stopping her from moving this further.
“Why are you stopping?” Her words were breathy, nothing but panting and desire and desperate need. She could hear her pulse racing in her ears, drowning out the rest of the noises around them.
“God… baby. I want this. I want this so fucking bad, but I want you to be sure, Mary.”
“I’m done talking. I’m done fighting how I feel for you and what I want.” She cupped either side of his face and lifted his head so they could stare at each other in the eyes.
He groaned, and suddenly his hand was off of hers. She quickly pushed his shorts the rest of the way down until they were pooled around his ankles. And when he moved that inch that separated them, a low moan left her when his bare cock dug against her belly.
Skin on skin. And it was the most incredible feeling.
He was hot and hard, and she felt wetness start to smear along her abdomen. Pre-cum. Oh God, he’s rubbing his pre-cum all over my belly. But that wasn’t all she felt. A flash of iciness touched her skin, mixing with all that heat, and when she looked down she saw why.
Alex was pierced at the tip of his dick.
“Does the Prince Albert turn you off, baby?” he asked, his forehead still resting against her neck, his hands placed on the wall beside her head, caging her in.
She didn’t have a voice, so she shook her head, too embarrassed to admit that knowing his dick was pierced made her so obscenely wet.
“Does it turn you on?” His voice was huskier, and he ground against her harder.
A gasp left her and she whispered, “y-yes.”
He groaned and kept moving against her, dry humping her until she knew that all she’d need was a little bit of stimulation to her clit and she’d come.
Everything felt hazy and she clenched her thighs together and moaned because the image of Alex fucking her right up against this wall was too much of an erotic image.
“Tell me what you need, Mary. God, tell me what you need because I want to give you everything.”
Her throat was tight, her tongue thick, her mouth dry. He pulled back and stared into her face, his breathing frantic—like hers—and she found herself slamming her mouth down on his. They kissed long and slow, and more wetness spilled from her pussy at an alarmingly erotic rate.
Alex took a step back, then another one, and her gaze instantly went to his cock. “Oh God,” she whispered at the first sight of how big he was down there. His massive cock jutted straight out from him, and the silver metal adorning the head glinted under the fluorescent lighting in the locker room. The pearl-sized drop of pre-cum she watched bead at the tip transfixed her, and even more so she watched that clear droplet slide down the crown of his shaft and along the underside of his dick before dripping onto the tiled floor.