The Girl Next Door Read online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: College, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
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Mia groans, her hips gyrating with need.

Fuck…All I want is to feel her naked flesh against mine.

She moans and throws her head back.

It only takes three steps to swing around and set her on the desk. Once her ass hits the metal top, I drop to my knees. Anticipation floods through me as I push her thighs wide and bury my face against her heat.

There have been too many times I’ve fantasized about this moment not to take full advantage of it.

I need to feel her.

Taste her as she explodes on my tongue.

Hot licks of need rampage through me.

Even in the darkness, her gaze pins mine in place. She is completely at my mercy. There haven’t been many times when I could say that. Carefully, I rub the pad of my thumb across her slit, caressing the soft lips of her pussy. With lazy strokes, I circle her heated entrance. Mia bows her body, widening her legs until she is fully exposed to my touch.

I glance up, wanting to see the pleasure unfold across her features. My fingers tease her opening, coming close to sinking inside before skittering away. She shifts impatiently as her frustration grows. Every couple of strokes, I slide my thumb over her opening before swiping it across her clit. Her body tightens as a breathy moan falls from her lips. It’s sweet music to my ears.

“Beck,” she whimpers, “please.”

“What do you want, baby?”

“More.”

“More what?” I know exactly what she’s asking for. I’m as eager for it as she is.

Unable to resist tormenting her, I press my finger deep inside her tight sheath before dragging it out again.

“God, yes,” she breathes.

When her inner muscles clench around me, I nearly come in my pants.

So fucking hot.

If I keep this up, I won’t last long. But I’m going to have to because this moment isn’t about me, it’s about the girl I’ve been chasing all my life. I won’t lie, it’s a foreign concept to put someone else’s pleasure above my own. With other women, it was always about my gratification. I made sure they enjoyed themselves, but I was there for me.

This couldn’t be more different.

Mia is different.

All I want to do is give her pleasure. I want to see the satisfaction unfold on her delicate features. I want to feel her inner muscles contract around me. I want to taste her excitement.

I want it all.

My fingers glide through her arousal before circling the tiny bundle of pulsing nerves. The way her hips move against my hand tells me she’s close to orgasm.

Her growing excitement only increases my own.

Needing to taste her, I lean in and swipe my tongue across the plush lips of her pussy. The honeyed taste of her explodes on my tongue as I lap up her cream.

“Beck,” she moans, “that feels so good.”

Damn right it does.

“I know, baby,” I murmur against her heated flesh. “I want you to enjoy this.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything more.” Her voice slurs as if she’s drunk with pleasure.

My lips quirk as I nibble at her sweetness. I could stay buried against her soaked skin for hours.

Days.

Fucking years.

The word forever flickers through my head. I’m not ready to go there, but I’m not too far from it either. In the back of my mind, I know it’s always been Mia. No other girl has ever come close to making me feel what she does.

Somehow, I need to make her mine. And this, it’s a start.

I hope.

When Mia spreads her thighs impossibly wide, I run the flat of my tongue over her core before circling her clit and then spearing it deep inside her pussy. When she groans, I do it all over again. We fall into a rhythm as I continue thrusting into her softness.

When her body tightens, and she lifts herself from the desk, I know she’s on the verge of splintering apart. I don’t change the tempo of my movements. I keep everything the same until she grows frenzied. Until her harsh breathing is the only sound that fills the tiny room.

“Let go,” I whisper.

That’s all it takes to send her crashing over the edge. She groans out her orgasm as her pussy spasms around my tongue. I don’t let up as she rides the wave, grinding herself against me.

When her muscles finally loosen, she slumps onto the desk with a contented sigh. Her legs stay splayed open as I withdraw my tongue from her sheath and lick her shuddering softness with long, languid laps.

She’s so fucking creamy.

I want to devour it all.

With a satisfied sigh, she stretches out against the metal surface. Her head hangs off the edge. I give her swollen pussy one last kiss before straightening to my full height. The picture she makes sprawled out with her dress bunched around her waist and her body limp from the intensity of her orgasm is enough to send me hurtling over the edge.


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