Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
After shrugging his shirt to the floor, he hooks a finger under my bra strap and pulls me closer that way. “She’s already forgotten who’s in control,” he murmurs in a low voice, his eyes trailing over my breasts.
“You were going a little slow,” I tease.
Within seconds, my bra is unclasped and on the floor, leaving my breasts free. Tyler takes one in each of his hands and pushes me back toward the wall. The coldness of it is a stark contrast to the heat pulsing through my veins, but it’s nowhere near as jolting as his mouth covering my nipple.
I gasp. He rubs his tongue over it roughly, pebbling it, and does the same to the other one. Each flick of his tongue sends a bolt to my core that throbs in my clit. I clench my thighs together as he continues his assault on my nipples, giving each one the same attention.
My knees buckle and he wraps one arm around my waist, bringing his mouth to my ear.
“And you’ve remembered,” he rasps.
I can’t say anything. I can barely swallow. My mouth is dry with anticipation, with waiting, with needing him.
“Take off your shorts,” he says as he releases me. Obediently, I hook my fingers in the waistband and push them down. I move to step out of them, but he stops me with, “And now your knickers.”
My panties follow my shorts. I’m standing here completely naked and exposed in front of him. He runs his dark, heated eyes down my body, leaving no place untouched by his searing gaze. His slow perusal of every inch of me only drives the lust inside, and by the time his eyes find mine again, my chest is heaving.
“Lie on your bed. Make sure your legs are bent.”
I walk to the bed on shaky legs and lie back. Slowly, I pull my legs up, every part of me wanting to sit up and wrap my arms around them.
“Open them. Wide. I want to see all of you, Liv.”
I shudder out a breath, pausing.
“I want to see what I’m doing to you.”
I hear the clink of his belt and the swish of his jeans hitting the floor.
“Open them and you’ll see what you’re doing to me.”
Like they’re the magic words, I open my legs and glance up. He’s standing in front of me. His hand is wrapped around his hard cock, perfectly still, and the sight is so erotic that my pussy clenches.
He steps toward me and bends down, releasing his cock. He runs his hands down my thighs and his thumbs brush the tops of them on the inside. So close to my pussy. So close. I close my eyes.
“Liv,” he breathes, running his nose along the same path his thumbs have just taken. “You’re so wet. I can see it. I could push my cock into you right now and you’d take me easily, wouldn’t you?”
My breathing speeds up. That’s all I want right now. Him inside me. I’m done with foreplay.
“Wouldn’t you?” he repeats, squeezing my ass tightly.
“Yes,” I reply.
“Do you want me, Liv? Do you want my cock inside your gorgeous cunt?” He pushes up the bed and leans over me. His erection brushes my clit when he dips his face and drags my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yes,” I whimper, pushing my hips against him. “Please,” I whisper. “Please.”
He positions himself close to me. “Condom.” He grazes my lip again.
“Top drawer.”
He leans over and grabs one. He rolls it on and pushes at my entrance. “Where were we?” he asks over kissing my neck.
I swallow my small moan. “You were about to fuck me.”
He obliges, filling me with one swift thrust that makes me throw my head back and grip at his back. He moves inside me, his rhythm fast yet steady and controlled. Each thrust is like he was tailor-made it for my body. He hits the right spots every time, never easing up on his pressure.
He’s deep inside me and tilting my hips for more. Or maybe I’m the one tilting my hips. I don’t know anymore. All I’m aware of is the sweat slicking our bodies, our skin sliding together, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hardness inside my softness.
I’m aware of the slow build of pressure in my body.
“I love it when you come for me,” he whispers in my ear. “I love watching you. Your cheeks flush and your eyes go glassy… They did that in the florist as you came all over my hand. I’ve been trying to get that image of you out of my head for days, but I can’t.”
I grip him tightly as the slow pressure speeds up.
“I want you to come for me now. I want to feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock as you scream into my ear. Because you’re a screamer for me, aren’t you?”