Waxing His Board – Filthy Dirty Summer Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Chick Lit, Insta-Love, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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“I know you will,” I whispered.

He gave me another kiss, and then he moved back down my body. Settling between my legs again, he rubbed little circles around my clit. His entire focus was on my pussy as he moved his fingers lower to dip into my opening. He began to work one of them inside, inching deeper little by little.

I let out a whimper when he lowered his head and began licking my clit again. Pleasure began to coil in my body, my core tightening as I gripped the comforter in my fists. The tension built in me, higher and higher, until I barely noticed the sting of Wilder stretching me with another finger.

My needy cries echoed around the room as I begged him to let me come. “Please, Wilder. I’m so close.”

“Not until you take a third. Gotta make sure my cock will fit inside this tight pussy.”

He continued his sensual torture, my thighs wet with the proof of my need by the time he finally let me go over the edge again. All it took was a twist of his wrist and a flick of his thumb over my clit before he sucked it between his lips. Intense pleasure crashed over me in waves, my entire body quivering beneath him as he rose to his knees and shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs.

His cock sprung free, the purple head bouncing against his abs just below his belly button. His hard length had to be as thick as my wrist. “Not sure three fingers will be enough to prepare me to take that. How in the heck do you hide that in your wetsuit?”

His green eyes held an odd mixture of humor and desire as he stared down at me. “You trying to tell me you never scoped out my package until now, superfan?”

“Whatever.” I playfully swatted his chest before clutching his shoulders to pull him closer. “If I can handle a longboard, I’m sure I can take you.”

“Damn straight, you can,” he agreed, wrapping his fist around his shaft and dragging it through my wetness before he notched the tip at my entrance. “You were made for me, baby.”

He thrust in all the way without warning, burying his cock balls-deep in my pussy. It took a moment for the pain to register in my brain and my body to tense up. Tears welled in my eyes, and he kissed them from my cheeks, whispering sweetly until the ache passed, and all I felt was pleasure from having him inside me.

I gave my hips an experimental wiggle. “I think you can move now.”

“Thank fuck,” he hissed.

He began to slowly drive in and out, waiting to pick up the pace until I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. Then he stopped holding back, hammering in and out of me as the headboard banged against the wall.

“Be bold and take what you want from my cock, baby. I want to feel your perfect pussy squeezing the fuck out of me.”

My head whipped back and forth against the pillow as his cock worked in and out of me, each thrust bringing me closer to my third orgasm. Only this one felt as though it was going to be bigger. Maybe even more than I could handle.

Wilder must have sensed my alarm because he lowered his head to trail kisses along my jaw, up to my ear. “Easy, baby. Don’t tense up on me now. Go with the flow, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

The fullness I felt from having him inside me was so incredible that I could barely catch my breath. All I could do was nod and gasp, “Uh-huh.”

“That’s it, baby. Keep taking my dick until you come all over it. Then I’ll fill your perfect pussy with my come until it’s dripping down your thighs.”

The picture he painted was enough to send me flying over the edge. “Yes! Oh, yes! Wilder!”

He kept ramming into me until his orgasm blasted through him, his hot come splashing against my inner walls. “Fuck, yes! You feel so damn good, Chloe!”

“Holy crap,” I panted, collapsing against the pillows. “That was epic.”

“Get used to this feeling, baby.” Rolling onto his back, he lifted me on top so I straddled him. “Because you’re going to experience it often.”

7

Wilder

My alarm blared, jerking me awake. I flung my arm out to shut the damn thing off but knocked it to the floor instead.

“You are so freaking noisy in the morning,” Chloe grumbled before sticking her head under a pillow.

I chuckled as I got up to retrieve and silence the clock. “You’ll get used to it,” I quipped, smacking her on her delectable ass. Sooner rather than later.

The past couple of weeks had been amazing. Chloe spent her days with me, talking, laughing, surfing, and fucking. But most nights, she went home. It frustrated me that she wasn’t sleeping in my bed every night. She hadn’t officially moved in because she wasn’t ready to tell her parents.


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