Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
He pressed our foreheads together, and nothing in the world had ever felt so right. We were naked and sweaty and panting. And still, I wanted him.
“More,” was my only plea.
He startled, pulling back far enough to make sure he’d heard me right. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You’re sure?”
My hand came to his cheek. “I could never get enough of you.”
“Then, more you shall have.”
And the rest of the night disappeared in a haze of orgasm-laced euphoria. A night I’d never ever forget.
7
Chase
Harley was sprawled naked beside me when I woke up.
Her blonde hair an unruly halo around her head. Her ass against my hips, stirring my cock. Her hand reaching for mine to band across her bare chest and over those perfect pink nipples.
We’d fucked over and over again last night. And already, I wanted her again. I was insatiable. Ravenous for her. The taste of her skin. The feel of her hair. The pulse of her pussy.
And every soft moment in between when we’d hung out with Bowie, taken a shower, and then crawled into bed to recover. When we’d discussed the finer points of David Bowie’s music collection or how Halloween was both of our favorite holiday or the handful of books we were in the middle of—fantasy for me and preferred smut for her, a topic that I could get behind. A delirious litany of things we had in common, places we wanted to go, things we wanted to do, bucket lists we wanted to check off. Still more sex.
She was like a drug that I wasn’t sure I would ever get enough of.
I released her hand and slipped my hand down her side, over her hip, and down the soft plane of her leg. I’d kissed every inch of her body last night. I’d mapped it with my hands and tongue and cock. And I wanted to do it all over again.
I moved to the V between her legs. My finger strummed playfully against her clit. Nothing too intense. Just enough to wake her body up.
“Mmm,” she murmured, spreading her legs wider.
“Fuck,” I muttered as she arched into my hand.
I caught the sight of her pretty pink pussy. A sheen of slickness already ready and waiting for me. My cock lengthened against her back as I dipped my finger down into her wetness and dragged it back up to her clit.
“Oh, mmm,” she moaned in her sleep.
She bucked her hips backward, her fingers fisting into the mattress.
All I wanted to do was slide into her sweetness and make her come all over my cock, but I would wait out her orgasm. We had all day after all. I had nowhere to be until Monday morning, when I had to be at the office.
Harley rolled over, her eyes fluttering open. Her mouth popped wide in surprise, and I used that moment to slide two fingers into her waiting pussy.
“Good morning.”
Her mouth opened wider. “Oh. Oh fuck,” she gasped. “You…I…oh!”
“You were wet when I started. Were you dreaming about me?”
Her cheeks flushed. “Maybe.”
“And what was I doing?”
She squirmed under my touch. Her chest rising and falling faster. “You were fucking me.”
“Didn’t get enough of me last night?”
“I told you I wouldn’t get enough of you.”
“So you did.” I picked up my pace. “And how was I fucking you?”
She flushed deeper. “We were…oh!” Her eyes snapped shut, and she tilted her head back. “At…the…lake.”
I grinned, planting a kiss on her lips. “I was going to go to the lake with Bowie today.”
“Yes…yes,” she whispered. “Fuck, Chase, I’m so close.”
I slowed down. I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to hold her orgasms out longer and longer so that I could make them more intense. She whimpered at my pull back though. She really had been close. Fuck, she was greedy in all the best ways.
“Not…fair,” she forced out.
“Go to the lake with me, and you can show me what we were doing.”
“Make me come, and maybe I will.”
I laughed softly and slowed even further. “Maybe I’ll make you wait until we get there.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” I asked, flicking against her clit and making her back bow.
Her eyes opened to slits. “I…I don’t have clothes. I’d have to go home to change. I’d need an orgasm before I left, right?” It was more of a plea than a statement.
I pursed my lips. I hadn’t thought of that. I didn’t want her to go without me. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave. Right now, I’d like to come.”
I kept her right at the edge. “But I do want to fuck you at the lake now.”
She laughed softly, a brittle thing. “I could be…quick. Just long enough to pack some clothes and be back.”
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “If you must.”
“Chase,” she pleaded. “Please…”