Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“You’re a responsible bunch.”
“Well, there was that time when my cousin Liam went streaking through the neighborhood and got arrested for indecent exposure.”
“When was that?” I ask.
“Last month.”
She shows me her sewing room and then leads me into her bedroom.
“Our next cousins’ night is this weekend. We’re doing it Sunday because of schedules. You’re welcome to join us. Just promise me you won’t go streaking.”
“That’s a promise I can keep,” I reply and close the door behind me, turning the lock just in case one of her roommates comes home. “I can’t guarantee, however, that I won’t get naked for you.”
“I think you should promise that you will get naked for me.” She reaches up and pulls the hair tie from her long, shiny brown locks and lets it fall down her back. “And I’m not talking just once.”
“No?” God, she’s seducing me. I rub my fingertips against my thumbs. I want to touch her, taste her everywhere, but before I reach for her, I want to see where she takes this.
“You have an excellent body,” she continues and steps out of her jeans, pulling her top over her head before letting it fall to the floor. Suddenly, she’s standing before me in only a black bra and matching lace panties, and it feels like my head might explode. “My sister is right. You’re a thirst trap.”
I grin and move to her, sliding my hands up and down her sides and then over the globes of her excellent ass.
I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Olivia. Not gently. Not sweetly. If you want me to stop, say so.”
“I’m not shy,” she replies, and I bite her lower lip.
She fucking purrs.
The burn of lust that I feel for her always simmers within me. Always. But now it shoots straight into bonfire mode.
I urge her down onto the bed and tug off those barely-there panties. I don’t toss them to the floor.
I tuck them into my pocket instead.
“You’re stealing my underwear?”
“Not stealing,” I reply as I spread her wide and take her in. “Taking. I’ll buy you more if you want.”
She just bites her lip, her green eyes shining as I lower my head and kiss her thigh. My fingertips brush up her inner legs, and then I grip firmly and plant my mouth over her.
“God, yes,” she moans. “So good.”
I lap and kiss, suck and stroke, all while moving my hips against her bed. Jesus, I’m so hard I can’t stand it, so I reach down to unzip my jeans and push them down over my hips, setting myself free.
I pull up and reach for one of her pillows.
“Lift those gorgeous hips, baby.”
She immediately does as I ask, and I slip the pillow under them, shifting the angle just enough to make her crazy. After protecting us both, I plunge inside her and watch as her mouth opens, and her eyes close.
“Look at me.” I brace one hand against her throat—not to choke her but to get her attention—and she does as I ask. “That’s right.”
It’s a fucking frenzy. I can’t go slow. I can’t be gentle. My body takes over, and I fuck us both into oblivion.
But just before she comes, I slide out, flip her onto her stomach, and with that pillow supporting her hips, plunge right back in and grip her hair at the nape of her neck.
“Yes,” she sighs.
I lean forward as I ride her. Still tugging her hair, I speak right into her ear.
“You’re mine. Do you understand me?”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“Tell me. Say it.”
“Yours.” She swallows hard, and I feel her pussy tightening around my cock. “God. I’m yours, Vaughn.”
That’s what I needed to hear. It’s all it takes to send me over that cliff and into absolute bliss. I pulse against her ass, bite her shoulder, and she milks me dry with every contraction of her core.
“You destroy me,” I growl, still trying to catch my breath. “Just fucking destroy me.”
She makes a little mewling sound in her throat, her face buried in a pillow.
“What was that?”
She turns her head to the side. “Same.”
I grin and pull myself off her, surprised that I have any strength left in my body at all, then walk to the adjoining bathroom to take care of the condom. I soak a cloth in warm water and return to her. I gently clean her up—carefully because I know I wasn’t gentle, but she was good and ready for me all the same.
“I should take a shower,” she murmurs but doesn’t move to pull away. “In about twenty years, when my brain cells come back to life. While I lie here and recover, you can tell me about going to see my parents today. Why didn’t you tell me you planned to do that?”
I toss the cloth into a hamper across the room and lie next to Olivia, holding her close to me and kissing her forehead.