Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Just like a fucking gift.
Hell yeah. Christmas in July.
Before her bikini top could even hit the floor, she continued rounding the long leather couch that faced the fireplace. She stopped, locked gazes with him, then slowly loosened the bows at each hip, holding her bottoms in place for a moment as he stared at her sweet fucking tits. Perfect and perky.
He held his breath, waiting.
Her, “What are you waiting for?” got him scrambling to put the beers down.
After ripping his T-shirt over his head, he threw it to the floor as he moved to the other side of the couch. Sitting on the end, he quickly shucked his boots and socks, then surged to his feet to unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans and briefs down, freeing his erection. The second he stepped out of his jeans, and before he could say a damn word, she was dragging him down onto the couch and on top of her.
He was liking the way this was going. He didn’t have to do any sweet talking or convincing. She was the aggressor.
He had no idea what he did to deserve this, but he shouldn’t be questioning it. He should just be taking advantage of her generosity.
Shit. He needed to grab a condom from his wallet.
He reached out and stretched his fingers as far as he could. He could barely touch his jeans, but managed to snag them and pull them closer, sliding his wallet from the back pocket and digging through it until he found what he was looking for.
She—fuck, he still didn’t know her name—plucked the wrapper from his fingers, tore it open, reached between their sandwiched bodies and rolled it down his hard-on, making his hips jerk at her touch.
Yeah, this girl was no virgin. In fact, her screw count might be a hell of a lot higher than his.
He wrapped his lips around a pebbled nipple, sucking it as hard as he could and pulling a groan from her, as she raked her long nails through his shaggy hair.
He rocked his hips to rub his latex-covered dick against her soft inner thigh.
“Hurry up,” she encouraged.
He released her nipple with a wet pop. “We got time, right?”
Her nails scraped down his back and dug into his ass. “Yes… but, I’m really horny and want you inside me.”
Say no fucking more.
He was trying not to seem selfish and just stick it inside her without any prepping but, hey, if that was what she wanted, he wasn’t going to argue. “Want me to kiss you?”
“No, just stick it in.”
His kind of girl. He really should ask her name.
Before he could, she sighed impatiently, reached between them to grab his dick and put it where she wanted it. That just so happened to be the same spot he wanted it, too.
He decided right then and there he didn’t really need to know her name. She didn’t want conversation or anything more. She only wanted to be fucked.
Luckily, he was her guy.
He closed his eyes as he worked his way inside her. Since he hadn’t had a chance to do any foreplay, she was dry as fuck. Somehow, he managed. Once he was balls deep, he took a few seconds to suck in a breath. Otherwise, he would begin humping her the same way Will’s wiener dog did to his “special” pillow.
“What are you doing? Sleeping?”
He opened his eyes to find her frowning at him. “No. I—”
“Just hurry up and fuck me.”
Hurrying up wasn’t the problem, making her come before he did, was. “Damn, you’re demanding.”
“I have every right to be.”
He stared down at her. “You really think you’re all that?”
“Is there a reason you’re still talking?”
Damn. “My bad.”
She bugged her blue eyes out at him.
Yeah, one fuck with her would be more than enough.
He clenched his teeth and began to pump his hips, hoping she’d get a little wetter to make it easier.
Three pumps in and she still laid there like a fucking dead fish. He was starting to regret this whole thing when he heard a noise come from the front of the house.
He turned wide eyes to her. “You said your father wasn’t coming home any time soon.”
“I don’t think that’s my father,” she said calmly. Way too fucking calmly.
The tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood. “Who is it, then?”
She shrugged. “Probably my boyfriend.”
Her what?
“You’re using me to piss off your fucking boyfriend?” When he tried to roll off her, she clamped her legs around his hips and held him there. “Let me fucking go.”
He heard footsteps and a male voice call out, “Sarah!”
“Let me fucking go!” he hissed, trying to pull free.
He surged up, breaking her hold. He hit the floor with a grunt when he rolled off her and the couch in one shot.
He scrambled to his feet, trying to locate where he threw his T-shirt. “You’re a fucking cunt.”