Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Well, that, yes,” she said, leaning up to press her lips into my neck. “And other things,” she added, subtly rubbing her knee over my lap.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned.
“Who says I can’t?” she asked, getting to her feet. “Come on,” she said, reaching for my hand and pulling me with her.
Down the hall.
Into the bathroom.
“I already showered,” I said as she reached into the shower to turn the water on.
“Well, then you can just watch me shower,” she said, working her robe open, slipping it off, and tossing it at me.
By the time I hung it on the back of the door, she was already out of her tank, shorts, and panties, leaving her stark fucking naked in front of me.
“Get over here,” I demanded as I reached back to make sure the door was locked.
With a pretty little flush creeping across her cheeks, Sabrina crossed the small space toward me. As soon as she was close enough, my hands sank into her hips, pulling her close, then turning her to face away from me, looking in the mirror as I moved in behind her, grinding my already rock-solid cock against her ass cheek.
I got to watch in the mirror as her eyes went all cloudy and her lips parted in a little whimper.
My hand slid down from her hip to press between her thighs. Just resting my palm against her, though, not giving her the touch her dripping pussy was begging for.
Not yet.
My other hand moved up her belly, cupping one of her breasts, squeezing until I got a little moan out of her, then releasing to roll her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
It wasn’t long before she was riding my hand, was too needy for relief to care how desperate she was being.
And I was fucking eating that shit up.
“Callow, please,” she begged, bearing down harder against my palm but still not getting what she was after.
My hand slid across her chest, continuing the torment as my lips went to her neck. “Not yet,” I said, loving the pathetic objecting noise she made.
Then she got an idea, starting to grind her ass back into my cock, thinking she was going to strip me of my control.
I won’t lie, I was close.
Every ounce of me wanted to yank down my pants, bend her over the sink, and slam inside of her.
And I would.
Just not yet.
Not until she was damn near in tears from her need.
So I just focused on breathing and let her keep rocking against me as my lips and tongue and teeth moved across her neck, over the shell of her ear.
My hand slid up from her chest to grab her around the throat, watching as her eyes widened then narrowed in desire, before applying pressure until her head turned toward me, then sealing my lips over hers, swallowing her choked little groan as my fingers thrust inside of her.
Her thighs shook and her pussy clenched around my fingers, but, again, I didn’t give her what she wanted. I just kept them still inside of her.
She made a frustrated sound against my lips as one of her hands went down between her thighs, pressing my palm against her cleft, engaging her clit. And then she was riding my hand. Back and forth at first, then in frantic circles as her need grew.
But just as her walls were clenching harder around my fingers, telling me how close she was, I pulled against her hold, sliding my fingers out of her before she could come.
“No,” she cried, panting hard.
Desperate, she reached backward, yanking at my button and zip, then pulling the front of my jeans down just enough for her to grab my cock and start stroking, wanting me as far gone as she was, so I would give her what she was dying for.
I wouldn’t normally call myself a tease.
But, fuck, watching her go almost animalistic in her need for release was fucking intoxicating.
I needed to see just how far I could take this, how desperate I could make her for release.
“You can come,” I told her, lips close to her ear. “Around my cock,” I clarified.
“Yes,” she sighed, stroking me harder. Then, “Please.”
I won’t lie, that almost undid me.
I was pretty sure there was nothing hotter in the world than hearing a beautiful woman literally begging for your cock.
But I managed to hold on as I pulled away from her hold.
“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me,” I said as I pressed her hands to the sides of the sink counter.
Her thighs parted instantly, likely anticipating my cock.
But I lowered down behind her. Reaching up, I spread her lips open wider for me, then started to tease her with my tongue as her thighs shook, as her breathing went fast and shallow, as she had to squeeze her lips together to keep her cries from escaping.