Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Man, that was such a good night. When I mistakenly knocked on that door, I never in a million years thought I’d fall in love with the girl behind it. Or that we’d be sharing an apartment, a bed. Building a life together. And now here we are in the back seat of our roomy Mercedes, and she’s falling backward onto her elbows while my body lowers onto hers. Her hands tangle in my hair, eager tongue slipping into my mouth.
“Fuck,” I groan against her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She eases our lips apart. “What do I do to you?” she whispers.
“You turn me on something fierce, obviously. But you also…” I trail off. It’s so hard to put it into words. “You make me feel…”
I stop, groaning in frustration, because I’ve never been skilled at expressing myself. Putting emotions to words.
“You make me feel everything,” I finally reveal. “You make me smile. You make me hard. You drive me crazy.” My voice breaks slightly. “You make me feel safe.”
“I make you feel safe? You know you’re like a thousand times bigger and stronger than me, right?”
“That has nothing to do with anything,” I say roughly.
And then I kiss her again.
When I unzip her coat and slide my palms underneath her cable-knit sweater, she shudders hard enough to still my roving hands.
“Too cold?” I ask in concern.
“No, too good.” She’s a tad breathless. “I love it when you touch me.”
“Good, because I love touching you.”
My palms slide up to cup her breasts, and I toy with her nipples using my thumbs. The puckered buds summon a groan from my throat. I yank her sweater up and hungrily bring one nipple in my mouth. Grace moans when I suckle it. She holds the back of my head, pressing me against her soft flesh. I can’t help grinding my aching dick against her belly while I suck on her tit. Meanwhile, my hand travels south toward the waistband of her thick leggings.
I lift my head from her breast and say, “I want to fuck you.”
Grace just moans in response.
“Is that a yes?” I ask with a dark chuckle.
“It’s always a yes.”
I know exactly what she means. I could be in the most foul mood ever, could be having the worst day of my life, and one smile from Grace, one breathy yes, would turn it all around. All she has to say is, “I want your dick,” and I’d give it to her.
I slip my hand inside her panties to find her warm and wet and ready for me. She bucks her hips, rocking into me, and the sexy movements get my palm slick.
“Jesus,” I choke out. I withdraw my hand and undo my pants, shoving them down to release my dick. It springs up against Grace’s hip, and instantly she curls her fingers around the shaft.
“Love this,” she breathes, giving me a hard squeeze.
“Fuck yes,” I growl back.
Then I grab my cock out of her hand and guide it between her legs. Her pants aren’t even off—they’re trapped around her knees. But luckily they’re stretchy. Mine are just low enough to expose my bare ass.
We both gasp when I plunge inside her. Since we’re completely monogamous and she’s on the pill, we stopped using condoms a long time ago, and there’s no greater feeling than going bare with Grace. Her pussy is tight and welcoming, my favorite place in the whole world.
“You feel good,” I groan into her neck.
She tugs my head up by the hair and our mouths crash together again. My tongue’s in her mouth as I thrust my hips, plunging into her as deep as I can go. But the awkward position only allows for quick, shallow thrusts.
My cock aches to be deeper, but this still feels incredible. And when Grace starts moaning and restlessly rising up to meet each thrust, I know my shallow strokes are hitting the right spot. The G-spot. Nice. Her orgasms are always more intense when the G-spot’s in play. I angle my hips so I can hit that sweet spot even harder, and her eyes roll to the top of her head.
“Oh my God,” she pleads. “Keep doing that. Keep doing it.”
And I do, hammering into her tight heat as her expression becomes more and more blissed-out. The warmth of her pussy surrounds me. Her mouth is slack, choppy breaths slipping out. Her eyes close briefly, then flutter open and lock with mine. The raw pleasure I see steals my breath.
“That’s it,” I urge. “Come for me.”
I keep fucking her, watching her eyes grow hazier and hazier. When she moans, I swallow the sound with a blistering kiss, feeling her orgasm squeezing and rippling around me. Hot shivers race through my body. Making her feel good is the best feeling in the world. It triggers my own release, and I come with a strangled groan, my balls tingling and chest heaving.