Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
In fact, it’s practically screaming his name.
By the time he glides another finger inside me, I’m doubled over, moaning, spreading my legs over him to give him better access, grinding against his hand, desperate for more. He holds me there, his eyes locked on mine, pumping his fingers in and out of me, until I lose all reason and my thighs tremble, and I’m breathlessly begging him not to stop.
He lifts a free finger to my mouth, tracing it along the pillow of my lower lip, so I let my tongue slip out to taste it. God, he tastes good—like beer and salt and a cocktail of feelings that have no business being in the same room together.
He leaves his finger there so I suck it in.
He watches, mesmerized.
Between my legs, he adds the pad of his thumb, letting it graze my clit, stroking it slowly.
I throw myself against him, fingers digging into his muscled flesh, grabbing on for dear life as I lose every last ounce of control I so foolishly thought I had.
He ducks his head, his warm mouth skimming my hairline and his breath hot on the top of my head. Dipping his head lower, he presses a kiss against my neck, nuzzling his way up until he gently bites my earlobe.
Returning to my mouth, he kisses me all over again.
Aftershocks ripple through me, my clit is swollen and sensitive, but my body craves more. I reach for his pants, unbuckling them, sliding the zipper down and tugging his slacks over the magnificent curve of his perfect ass. I take in his angled V and the little path of dark brown hair, pointing its way downward. Tugging down his silk boxers, his hardness springs free, ready and erect in my hand.
He's hard as a rock.
For me …
His girth fills my entire palm and then some. I’d heard rumors of his size, but I never believed them. Lots of guys say lots of stupid things in high school. But apparently these rumors were true.
“You sure you want this?” he asks, though it’s almost not quite a question, like his ego wants to hear me say I want him. Correction—needs to hear me say it.
“Want it? Yeah.” I wrap my hand around it, pumping its generous length. “But can I take it? That remains to be seen …”
Every man likes to hear how big he is, but in this case, I’m not trying to flirt.
Okay, maybe I am.
A little.
But I’m also being honest, because holy shit.
His eyes glint, like a man getting his cock and ego stroked at the same time. I’m sure every woman he’s been with must have told him the same, because it’s undeniable. He’s probably got an entire mental catalog filled with reactions he’s committed to memory over the years.
I’m expecting him to have some sort of witty comeback, only instead he reaches for his pocketed wallet and retrieves a condom, which he tears open with his teeth—all the while never taking his hungry eyes off of me for a flicker of a second.
One arm still around my waist, he slips the condom on one-handed, then lifts me up, cradling my ass in his arms. I wrap my legs around him, feeling the massive hardness pressed between us.
Dragging his lips to mine, his tongue delves into my mouth as I buck up against him, begging for more as he plunges his tongue into my mouth again and again.
I wrap my arms around his neck, tighter, letting out a shuddery gasp the second his tip touches my entrance. Tilting my pelvis forward, I draw in a breath in anticipation.
He tests, once or twice, finding just the right spot before plunging in, hard, at once, tearing an animal growl from my throat.
Holy mother of God.
Every muscle in my body tenses.
The burning of pressure of his sheer size is quickly followed with a flood of relief like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
My head falls back as my body accepts his over and over. He holds me up as he pushes deeper into me and then begins a slow, maddening thrust, all perfectly controlled. He doesn’t seem nearly as lost in this experience as I am. He’s focused, present, unnervingly so. Almost as if he doesn’t want to forget a single detail—meanwhile, I’m ninety-percent sure I’m passed out drunk and dreaming. Any minute now, I’m going to snap awake and find myself leaning, shivering against the frozen metal of my locked apartment door.
Only the undulations of feverish pleasure ravaging my body couldn’t possibly be a dream.
They’re unapologetically intense, and I feel them everywhere, all at once.
It’s only moments before I feel myself tightening around him. The tight stretch makes my orgasm retreat for a moment, but when his thumb begins to rub my clit again, it comes back with a vengeance. I press a muffled scream against his neck as I clench around him, and my nails sink into his shoulders as ripples of earth-shattering gratification explode between my thighs.