Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Stop bitching and fuck me.”
He didn’t. Not at first.
He moved to my breasts.
My impressively small breasts that had always made me somewhat self-conscious.
But Tyler didn’t act like they were too small.
In fact, he seemed not to care about that or my kinda-too-large nipples, either.
Or the freckle on my right boob that looked like a tiny heart.
He just bent down and captured one nipple in his mouth, bringing a hand up to cup my breast and feed himself.
I felt my knees go weak at the first pull from that delicious mouth and he moved, pressing his hips into mine at the same time as he hauled me farther up the wall by my hands.
He used the strength in one arm only to lift me completely off my feet, using just his hips to pin me against the wall right where he wanted me.
The new position also lined my breasts up with his mouth so he no longer had to stoop down. Making me think he liked this position better anyway.
A moan slipped from my mouth when he bit down lightly on the turgid peak and I closed my eyes as stuff started to happen between my legs that had never happened with an actual man before.
It had, of course, happened with my battery-operated boyfriend, but never with that one person who I allowed to get this close to me.
“I’m going to come,” I announced, unsure what to do.
But then that choice was taken right out of my hand when Tyler switched to my other breast and ground his hard cock into my core.
I detonated, unable to do anything else.
I started to come and I didn’t stop until I felt like everything and everyone had changed—the world around me included.
I blinked open my eyes, staring down breathlessly at Tyler’s lust-filled eyes and knew that once wasn’t going to be enough with the man.
I’d have to have him.
Tonight. Next week. Next month.
I’d wait for him to get his act together. I’d wait for him to come to me.
But I’d also be sure to give him the space he needed to come to terms with what was happening between us.
In the meantime, I’d thoroughly enjoy him while I had him tonight and hope that held me over for the time it took him to pull his head out of his ass.
“You back with me, baby girl?” he rasped against my breastbone, drawing kisses down a slow path along my chest.
“I think so,” I said breathlessly. “But I don’t think you can top what just happened. We should probably stop now.”
He chuckled. “We’ll see.”
And see we did.
Moments after I’d made that declaration, I found myself face down over the arm of the brown leather couch in the middle of the cabin.
The padding was thick and soft, giving me enough cushion to…smack.
I jolted up, shoving my hands into the couch and started to scramble away from the fire on my ass, but Tyler halted me with one big hand around my hip. “Don’t move.”
I stilled at the scariness in his tone.
I don’t know what made me still. I don’t know why I even wanted to listen to his command.
All I knew was that I did and there wasn’t a single thing that my conscious mind could do about it.
He smoothed the same palm that had just caused me pain up and over my ass and let it linger on the handprint that I knew was there for a few long moments before moving it to the split between my ass cheeks.
“Your juices are covering your ass. If it wasn’t for these panties, they’d be running down your thighs,” he murmured, sounding amused.
I swallowed and dropped down so that my body was once again laying on the couch, my face pressed against one cushion, mouth slightly parted.
Anticipation ran rampant through me and I wanted nothing more than to beg him to tell me what would happen next.
Though, I had a feeling he wouldn’t tell me.
He wanted to surprise me.
I bit my lip and waited for whatever it was that he’d do.
Which, apparently, was rub my panties through my juices so I’d know just how much was there.
“You want me badly,” he murmured, allowing one thick thumb to trail from my tailbone to my entrance.
I made a noise in the back of my throat and he chuckled.
His hands went to the waistband of my panties and he slowly, deliciously, pulled them down my legs.
One inch at a time until they were dangling from one ankle.
He left them dangling there and I did, too.
I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to kick them off, or if he liked them hanging there and I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. So, I decided to play nice.
I played the part of the good little girl instead of the devil that normally influenced me.