Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
I nod. “Me too. I want that too,” I agree and drop my hands to the hem of my tee and wiggle it up between us and over my head. It hits the carpet with an almost inaudible whoosh. “You too, I want your shirt off too.” I tug at his sweater until he leans back just enough and takes over, casting it over his head.
I flatten my palms against him and explore, pressing the heels of my hands against him firmly while my fingertips are gentle in their analysis.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe.” He says it with a husky edge to his voice while running his own hands up my sides until he reaches my breasts, then cups them with his palms. When he rolls my nipples between finger and thumb my head falls back and hits the wall while I grind my pelvis closer to him, my body instinctively seeking more. “Do you understand? Do you have any idea?”
“What?” My hands have moved to his biceps and I’m tracing the muscles there with my fingertips as I work my way towards his shoulders.
“How beautiful you are? How much you drive me crazy?”
“I want you to take off your pants,” I breathe into his ear and I can feel the smile stretch across his face.
“Good. I want that too,” he says, repeating my earlier words with a smile in his tone.
I’m feeling warm everywhere, like being a little drunk without actually being a little drunk. And I feel excited about whatever is about to happen. Because I know it’s going to be good. He moves his hands back to my bottom to support me as he carries me to the bed and sets me on the edge.
My hands immediately move to the button on his jeans and I unfasten it then work the zipper down before giving the denim a little tug near his hips to free him from the pants. He’s wearing briefs underneath and they do nothing to hide the size of his erection. I flick my eyes up to his and lick my lips as I snake my hand inside his briefs to grasp him. I’m about to congratulate myself for my amazing poker face, except Boyd is laughing at me so I guess I didn’t quite pull off the sophisticated reaction I was going for.
He finishes the job of undressing and I take a quick inventory of him from head to toe. Adonis doesn’t even come close. He’s firm and toned everywhere. Every-freaking-where. I wrap my hand around the length of him and stroke back and forth a few times. I feel myself getting wet just from the simple act of touching him, my body’s instinctive desire to ease the path for the size of him.
Because yeah, it’s definitely the model for the large penis on the size chart.
“We’re not doing anal,” I inform him. “Not with this,” I add, stroking him up to the tip and exploring the broad head with my thumb. He’s thick and veined and hard against my palm.
He blows out a breath in a hiss and covers my hand with his own, tightening my grip considerably before pausing. “Wait, was anal on the table?”
“I’m really curious about it,” I admit, “but not with that thing.” I nod at his monster dick.
“The burden I bear,” he agrees while guiding my hand up and down the length of him. I can feel every contour of his cock with my hand pressed this tightly around him and my breathing is increasing just from touching him.
“Lie back,” he instructs, and I bite my lip and follow direction, scooting back on the bed as he crawls over me. His cock lies heavy on my stomach as he frames my face with his hands and kisses me. It’s the longest kiss of my life, yet somehow the least awkward. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my nipples are brushing against his chest, causing all the nerve endings in my body to blaze. My heels are planted on the mattress while I raise my pelvis, trying to grind against him in any way that I can. But he doesn’t hurry in the least.
His hands slide down from my face to explore while his lips cover every inch of my jaw and then make a slow descent down my neck until his tongue is running along my collarbone and I’m short of breath.
“You’re really good at the kissing, Boyd,” I manage to eke out.
“Glad to hear it.” He continues tasting me everywhere he can reach.
“Yeah. Not slobbery at all.”
“Thanks,” he murmurs before taking a nipple between his lips and then nipping it with his teeth, the action causing a direct reaction straight into my core. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. He plays with my breasts for a long time, his hands never further than my waist when I’m dying for them to be moving south. His erection is heavy and warm against my shorts, so I move my hand down to stroke him. I’m rewarded with a grunt, so I squeeze him a little tighter and run my thumb around the crown. I don’t know how he has the control to move this slowly and I’m not sure if I’m impressed or annoyed. Then his lips are journeying down my stomach as his fingers slide my pajama shorts and panties slowly down my thighs and finally over my ankles to the floor. When he keeps going I’m very glad I let Everly talk me into a regular waxing schedule.