Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Hold still,” I begged. “And don’t come before I do.”
He exhaled loudly, and the muscles of his abs strained when I resumed moving on his cock. “That’s . . . not . . . easy.” He lay perfectly still, other than the way he panted. “You feel so fucking good.”
Everything was buzzing from the toy and the fullness of him inside me, and it wouldn’t be long before an orgasm roared through my body. Trembles shook my legs as I moved faster, and the slap of my body against his grew louder. My hair swayed while I rocked, the ends tickling the bare skin of my back.
“Slow,” he groaned, staring at the rise and fall of my body on his. “Careful.”
But I didn’t want to go slow or be cautious. I was locked inside a pressure cooker filling with steam. My need made me a slave, and I fucked him how my body demanded me to.
His warning was serious and accompanied by a firm hand on my hip. “You’re going to make me come.”
His attempt to get me to stop moving didn’t work. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and flung his hand off me.
“Shit, Erika. I’m close.”
The edge of desperation in his voice not only excited the darkest part of me—it unlocked it. I slowed my hips, grinding to a halt and gazed down at this gorgeous man who’d told me he thought I had a filthy mind. I was determined to prove him right.
“Maybe you need some motivation,” I whispered.
Tension crept into his body like he sensed whatever I was about to say would be worse than making him lie still.
“If you come before I say you can . . .” I swallowed so hard it was audible. “As punishment, you have to clean it up.”
He stopped breathing. Stopped blinking. “What?”
“If you come inside this pussy without my permission, you’ll use your mouth to take care of your mess.”
An enormous shudder shook his body, as if he’d tried to hold it back and couldn’t.
Because my shocking, filthy decree had turned him on when he hadn’t expected it to. He’d barely finished processing it before I resumed moving. His teeth were clenched and the muscles in his neck corded, but he held still and endured the pleasurable way I heaved my body over his.
But it took its toll. No matter how he tried to concentrate, it was getting to him. Not just the slide of my pussy, but the sights and sounds. I couldn’t stay quiet as the toy pulsed against my sensitive clit, and I writhed on top of him, arching my back and making my hardened nipples point toward the ceiling.
“Goddamnit,” he growled. Although it was so desperate, maybe it was a whine.
I watched porn and knew some of the terms, and I doubted there was anything I could say that would shock a twenty-four-year-old guy. He had internet and was probably into more things than I was.
“Maybe you’re a dirty boy who wants to eat his own creampie,” I murmured.
He exhaled loudly and flinched beneath me. His dick throbbed, announcing that he’d gotten very, very close. The idea of it was too much and pushed me over the edge.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. “Oh, God, ohmigod . . .”
As the frenzy built inside me, it was mirrored on Troy’s face. Excitement lit his eyes. “Yeah? Come all over me.”
My orgasm took me in its grip, and everything contracted—then burst open. I flinched with shocks of pleasure and pulled the mouth of the toy away, the suction now far too intense.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
I was still shuddering when I fumbled to turn the toy off and then dropped it to the mattress beside us.
His warm, rough hands were around my waist, but it seemed like he’d done it to hold me steady, not to try to control. I’d been wild in the throes of my climax, and he hadn’t wanted me to accidentally pull off him. He’d enjoyed me coming almost as much as I had.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
He grinned. “That good, huh?”
It was like the ecstasy had disrupted my brain and I could only produce single words. “Yes,” I said. “Good.”
As I recovered, he grew bolder. His fingertips skated up my back and urged me forward. He wanted to kiss me, and I wasn’t going to deny him that. I needed it more than anything else right now, and our greedy lips collided, lighting a new fire inside me.
The song playing in my head was different than the one last night. It was deeper and more emotional, and my heart panicked at it. I’d told myself the only feelings I was allowed to develop for this man were the ones in my pants. I was coming out of a marriage and besides that, getting emotionally involved with him would further complicate things with both Jenna and our careers.