What Happens at the Lake Read Online Vi Keeland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
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Fox stood to finish unbuttoning his dress shirt. He only had a few left when he lost patience and yanked it open. Buttons pinged across the room in different directions.

I laughed and pushed up to my elbows. “I would’ve helped you.”

“No time.” He slipped his fingers under the material of my thong and yanked hard. My expensive, lacy underwear snapped in his hand.

“Oh my God. You’re crazy.”

Fox was already unbuckling his belt. “Up on all fours, sweetheart.”

My eyes bulged. “You mean hands and knees?”

He stepped out of his pants. “You know another way to get up on all fours?”

“You’re not even going to pretend to be romantic? You know, look into my eyes while you make love to me at least?”

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxers. “Hard to see your eyes when you’re ass up, babe.”

“But—”

I froze when his boxer briefs came down.

Oh.

My.

God.

Fox looked up, likely to see why I hadn’t finished my sentence, only to find my mouth hanging open.

The man was huge. I’m talking Paul Bunyan-sized everywhere. His dick stood at full attention, pressed against his stomach, reaching almost to his belly button.

I pointed at it. “Holy crap.”

Fox flashed a cocky smile.

I sat all the way up for a closer look. Nibbling on my fingernail as I stared, there was no doubt it was the biggest I’d ever seen. “Can I touch it?”

“That’s kind of the point.” Fox stepped forward.

It wasn’t just long and thick, it was also oddly nice looking—smooth and a warm light-brown color—not red or purple or overly veiny. Even the crown was symmetrical and lovely. I ran the pad of my pointer finger along the length of it, and Fox’s breath hissed out between his teeth.

“It’s so big and…pretty.”

“Pretty isn’t a word a guy wants to hear to describe his dick, babe.”

“What would you like to hear?”

He smirked. “The sound of you gurgling. Maybe a little choking.”

I covered my smile with my hand. “I think we’re going to have to build up to that. It’s pretty intimidating.”

I spent another thirty seconds swirling my finger around the glistening head. When a big drop of precum leaked over and dripped down the side, Fox growled. “Alright. Show and tell is over. Give me your mouth back or something else is going in it.”

The playful moment quickly elevated to heated. Our hands explored while our tongues tangled in a frenzied kiss. I couldn’t decide what part of him felt better beneath my fingers—the hard ridges of his chiseled abs, sculpted biceps, or the long, firm dick my hand struggled to wrap around. When I gave it a squeeze, Fox groaned and reached for my waist. He flipped me over in one swoop, then hoisted me up on all fours. I didn’t want to think about why he was so good at that.

A few seconds later, I heard the distinct crinkle of the foil wrapper of a condom. I craned my neck to look over my shoulder and gasped at what I saw. Fox was a vision of splendor. Up on his knees, his muscles strained as his chest heaved up and down. He rolled the condom over his length and fisted his cock at the base before lining himself up at my opening.

Our eyes locked as he pushed inside. He eased in and out a few times as I watched, but when he plunged deep, I lost the strength to keep my head up. Fox buried himself to the hilt, his front flush to my ass, then stilled. One of us was shaking, I just couldn’t be sure which.

“Relax a little. You’re gripping me so tight, I won’t be able to last.”

I closed my eyes and focused on loosening my muscles, but it was his size more than my clamping down. “I’m trying.”

“You ready?”

“For what?”

“To get started.”

My eyes widened, and I craned my neck to look back at him once again. “We haven’t even started yet?”

Fox grinned. “You might want to hold on to the headboard.”

He might’ve smiled, but he hadn’t been joking. Fox started moving, and I reached up to hold on. His thrusts were fast and deep. My skin was on fire, slicked from sweat dripping down my back. My orgasm brewed like a hurricane forming, swirling and threatening to demolish everything in its path. The sound of our wet bodies—his front to my rear—smacking against each other had me in a pre-orgasmic haze. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.

Fox cursed as his pummeling intensified. I wanted him to struggle, to feel as on the edge as I was. So I pushed back, meeting his ferocious thrusts one by one.

“Fuck, Josie!” He sounded like he was about to lose it, and it became my personal challenge to get him to come before me. I thought I might win, too—at least until he reached around and pressed on my clit. Without warning, my entire body burst into a symphony of fireworks—pulsing and shaking. I don’t know how long it went on, but it was enough to wipe me out. Behind me, Fox shuddered with a roar and then stilled.


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