Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"Too fucking bad," he growls, pulling all the way out.
His fingers release my hair before grabbing my shoulders and throwing me back on the bed.
Just when I think he's going to slam inside of me without warning, he takes a moment to look down at me before slowly and methodically unbuttoning my dress and pulling it over my head. My bra is next, and I only feel a little self-conscious when I'm lying there completely naked.
I lift my hand to cover part of me.
"Don't you fucking dare, Riley."
"Or you'll spank me?" I tease.
"I think you'd enjoy that, but I think I want you just like this."
His fingers trail over my nipple briefly before he pinches it, smiling when I moan instead of hissing in pain.
He pulls back, grabbing the condom from the bed and opening it with his teeth.
Since he seems to think he can touch me and do whatever he wants to my body, I allow myself the same freedom, sitting up enough that I can run my hands over the light layer of hair coating his chest. It's so masculine and sexy.
"Like what you see?" he asks, but before I can answer, he urges me to my back and covers me with his body. "I sure as fuck like what I see."
His head is angled down as he urges my leg up on his hip.
"Jee-sus," he groans as he notches the tip of his cock right at my entrance.
"The average American generates four and a half pounds of trash each day."
His eyes snap up to mine. "What?"
"I figured you were about to start whispering statistics. Oh God," I snap when he presses forward.
Instead of teasing me, I get the feeling that he's as incapable of words as I've become when he pulls back and presses forward again.
He lowers his body, arms looping under my back and coming up over the tops of my shoulders to lock me in place. I lift my legs higher up on his hips, opening myself to him as much as my body can handle.
We spend the next several minutes moaning and whispering about how good the other feels, and I feel like I'm on a different planet.
Sex has never been so good. My body starts to tremble as he whispers in my ear, "Gonna make that tight pussy come, aren't I, baby?"
All I can manage is a nod. He presses his lips to mine, swallowing my pleasure when he forces my body off that cliff.
I break the kiss, my back arching as my core clamps down on him.
"Jesus fuck," he snaps, his hip jolting forward one last time, and I can feel it, that pulse of his cock deep inside of me.
When he pulls out and settles beside me, I don't care what kind of stupid shit he's going to say next because whatever it is was worth what he just gave me.
We're quiet for a few minutes before he sits up and pulls the condom off, knotting the end and walking toward the bathroom.
He doesn't close the door all the way as he takes care of business, and I have to smile when I hear the water running in the sink. At least he's not a total freak who doesn't wash his hands.
I feel more than a little self-conscious when he comes back into the room, awkwardness settling inside of me.
But when he reaches down to his belongings, only grabbing his boxers before settling back beside me on the bed, I can't help but smile.
I get up and take care of myself in the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth before going back into the bedroom.
"Nope," he says when I open my dresser drawer to grab something to wear. "I want you naked."
"You're not naked," I argue, but I walk back to the bed and climb under the covers with him.
"I’m not naked because you're sore."
"You're real sure of yourself," I mutter, wondering how he knew I was a little tender between my legs.
"Shh," he says instead of arguing as he pulls me to his chest. "Let's sleep."
Chapter 14
Mac
I feel a little disoriented when I wake in an unfamiliar bed, but it doesn't take long for her scent to wash over me. It gets even better when it mingles with the aroma of something incredibly delicious coming from the kitchen.
I stretch, a little grunt leaving my lips when I lift my arms over my head and arch my back.
Her bed is so much better than the stupid hotel bed I've been sleeping in the last couple of nights, but I also know that it might've been a mistake to stay here. It makes this look like more than it is, and in the end, it'll make me look like even more of an asshole than she thinks I am when I remind her that this is just a little fun. We're just having some great sex. The thought of that hits me in a way that makes me scowl. Great sex is one thing. Holding a woman all night, snuggling into her just as much as she pressed into me, is something altogether different.