Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She is standing there in a pink see-through bra with gold stitching all over the cup, but you see her light pink nipple puckered and pebbled. My hand reaches up, and my thumb rubs the swell of her breast, going from one to the other. “I have no words,” I tell her softly. “I keep trying to come up with words to describe your perfection,” I say to her, my thumb now slowly going down to her left nipple and running over her nipple. Her head falls back, and she softly moans. I grab her, picking her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. Her arms going around my neck, and she attacks my mouth. My hand goes straight to her ass as I make my way to my room.
Chapter Nineteen
Zara
I can’t get enough of his kisses. I swear his kisses are everything. He walks through the house, and I hear barking. “The dogs,” I say, almost panting.
“They have the doggy door in the garage,” he says, burying his face in my neck. “They can get in the house,” he says, walking to his room and closing the gate behind him. His scruff against my neck makes me shiver.
“Evan.” I moan his name. He loses his grip on me, and I slide down him. My hands go to his jacket, slipping it off him, and it falls to the floor at his feet. My hands shake when I reach out for his buttons. I really wish the lights were brighter in his room. The only light on is the bedside table, and it’s on dim.
“The first time I saw you without your shirt on.” I talk my way through the nerves, one button at a time. “I had to turn around and then go sit down.” I look at him and see his eyes on my fingers watching my every move. I pull the shirt out of his pants and finish unbuttoning it. Touching his chest, I lean in and kiss it softly at the same time I shrug his shirt off.
“Fuck,” he hisses when my hands go to his belt. His hands grasp my hair, pulling it back so he can kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth. My hands work frantically to unbuckle the belt and then get his button open. Our panting and our moans drown out the sound of his zipper. One hand leaves my hair and trails down to my breast. My nipples ache when he rubs them through the net material.
“Evan.” I whisper his name, and he bends his head, taking a nipple into his mouth through the bra. I have to close my eyes to focus on just this new sensation. My stomach is so tight, my hands shaking, my toes tingly. “Evan,” I say again when he switches sides, and I take a deep breath. My hand slips into his pants, and I have to stop because I don’t think I’ve ever felt something so hard before. My hands work the waistband of his boxers, and when I slip my fingers in, he groans when my fingers graze the head of his cock. A cock that is hard, a cock that is soft, and a cock I really hope he lets me suck. “Evan,” I say his name, and he looks up at me. “We never really discussed foreplay.”
He smiles at me. “I didn’t think we need to discuss it.” He comes in. “Besides, it’s much more fun doing it.” He kisses my neck and then nips it and sucks in. “Much more fun,” he says, backing me up and the back of my knees hit the bed. “Don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I say excited. “Much more fun doing it,” I say and then get on my knees, but he stops me and pulls me up. “Evan, you said we can do it.” I swear I sound like a kid who just got told there was no snacks after school.
“You will get your chance to do it”—he laughs—“but I get first dibs.” He pushes me back, and I fall on the bed sitting up.
“Oh, this is good also,” I say, looking right in front of me at his cock. “Me first,” I say and grab his hips.
“Woman, don’t you dare,” he says, shoving my hands away. “You first.” He gets down on his knees, and my legs open for him. “You always first.” He takes his right hand and traces my pussy from the outside.
“Lie back,” he instructs me, and I lean back on the bed but hold myself up on my elbows. I watch his eyes as he takes in the matching panties with a clear pink net and gold embroiders, the landing patch very visible. He picks up one leg and puts it over his shoulder and then the other, and then ever so fucking slowly, his mouth covers me. The heat and the wetness of the tongue on the mesh makes my head fall back.