Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Do the honors,” she says with a sexy purr, completely ignoring my order to get naked and get on my bed. I’d imagined her spread-eagled and waiting, not this sexy creature wanting to play with me.
After I shut the door behind me, I pull my wallet from my pocket. Our eyes stay riveted upon one another as I fish a condom out.
I don’t say a word. An endearment. A promise of what I can give her.
I sure as shit don’t help her out of her clothes at her request.
I just free my cock from my jeans and roll the condom on, wanting her to get that this is me giving her the basics of what she’s demanded.
Nothing more.
She tilts her head slightly, her eyes narrowing just a bit with uneasiness as she watches me walk toward her.
Bending over her, I put my hands to her hips and she gives a tiny hum in the back of her throat that she likes my touch.
She cries out in surprise when I flip her onto the bed, tossing her up just a bit before I yank her jeans off. Pulling her right up to her hands and knees, I push her legs apart.
“Oh God,” she murmurs in a way that tells me she likes what I just did.
Fuck.
I’d hoped to scare some sense into her—since all mine has completely evaporated—when she realized I don’t have love and roses to offer her. But this woman isn’t normal, or so I’m finding out, as she pushes her ass back toward me. Her head hangs low in surrender and her body trembles. My balls start aching with need.
Just fuck.
Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her sexy black panties, I peel them down the back of her legs. As she’s revealed to me, I take only a moment to admire the backside of her pussy before I slip a finger into her.
Goddamn soaked and so needy, her muscles contract around me.
“Van,” she whispers. “Please.”
An involuntary grunt rumbles out of me as I hook my finger inside of her, pressing it deeper.
“Please,” she says again, and I give her what she wants.
Removing my hand, I line the tip of my cock up to her wet folds and I start to press inside of her.
Chapter 8
Simone
I can’t breathe.
I honest to God can’t even make my lungs work because I’m afraid to take my attention away from the feel of Van as he starts to work himself inside me. I can only feel one hand on my hip, the other I imagine holding himself steady as he enters me.
And the head of his big, thick cock pressing inside.
Everything I thought I wanted from him culminates in this one thrilling, provocatively sinful moment, and I know there was Old Simone, and there will be a New Simone when this is done.
Right now, I’m In Between Simone and I can’t fucking breathe.
Van lets out a strangled sound as he takes me…an inch in, back out. Two in, back out.
So big and I feel stretched to capacity, but I still want him deeper. So I start to push back against him.
A hand immediately comes to the back of my skull and he grips a chunk of my hair, pulling my head up slowly. I go from looking at his comforter to my gaze sliding upward as he pulls and pulls me so my head is tipped all the way back and I’m looking at the ceiling.
“Touch yourself,” he says gruffly as he holds my head in place and resumes his slow, deliberate strokes. My hand immediately goes between my legs, and the first brush of my fingers against my clit causes my hips to tilt, seeking more friction from myself.
At the same time, Van gives a sharp punch of his hips into me, seating himself deeply, and I nearly weep.
“Yes,” I hiss as all the air in my lungs comes out in a massive rush. “So good. So damn good.”
This mysterious, withdrawn, and taciturn man shouldn’t be this alluring to me, but he is. My body hugs him tight as if it knows his cock was made just for me.
Then he moves.
A hand on my hip, the other keeping my head pulled back by his fist in my hair. Van’s breathing roughens as he starts to fuck me, and I pant right along with him as his thrusts go deeper. My fingers work between my legs, but I’m having a hard time concentrating there. Vague, distracted sweeps that can’t compare to the feeling of him pounding inside me.
Van’s hand grips my hip tighter and he slams into me with snarls and grunts of pleasure. My hand drops away from my clit to press down into the mattress for leverage, and I throw myself backward onto him.
“Fuck,” he groans as my ass slams into his pelvis, the zipper on his jeans scraping my skin.