Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 72740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“And what button’s that?” She asked over her shoulder.
I took in the view of her backside. The tight black pants that molded to her ass perfectly. Her long hair that just brushed the top of her butt… just begging for me to sink my fingers into it. A handhold I could pull while I fucked her hard from behind.
“I’m not an easy man.” I said softly behind her. “I’m rough. I have a kid. My job’s demanding and I won’t be able to devote a lot of time to you.”
She snorted. “I’m not an easy woman. I’m emotional. I have baggage. I’m loud. My kid requires a lot of my attention. And I PMS once a month.”
In one swift move, I pinned her up against the side of my cruiser.
Her body went limp, and her fingers went to my shirt, clutching it in her fists.
My mouth slammed down on hers. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out into the kiss.
She tasted like vanilla ice cream.
Soft and smooth, and oh, so sweet.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said against her lips. “When I get you into my bed, I won’t let you up for air for weeks.”
She grinned, pulling in the air I’d just exhaled before saying, “We have kids. You’ve got until ten A.M. Tops.”
I leaned forward. “That’s enough time…for now.”
Chapter 11
Nice pants. Now take them off so I can fuck you. Unless you’re not fond of them, then I’ll take care of them for you.
-Luke
Reese
We never made it further than Luke’s garage.
I was nervous.
Would it show that I hadn’t had sex in years?
As I looked at Luke, his grip on the steering wheel, the large outline of his cock behind his black pants, I started to panic.
Which was why we never made it inside.
He must’ve sensed my panic when he rolled his cruiser into the garage and turned it off.
He looked over at me, eyelids low and gave me a wolfish grin before the hand that wasn’t held in mine snaked out, unbuckled both seatbelts, and hauled me across the console.
I went, folding my legs up until I straddled him, knees planted on either side of his hips.
On one side the seatbelt dug into my knee. The other, the door and his gun.
But my uncomfortableness suddenly took a flying leap and bound out the window when warm, wet lips descended upon my own.
He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly, bucking upwards at the same time.
My eyes became hooded as the heat of his cock rubbed against my sex, causing need to zip through my body like an electrical current.
My breathing picked up. My heart rate increased. My nipples beaded, and my sex started to leak.
When he sucked my lip, I leaned forward and backward, working my core along his stiff length, bumping into his gun belt on each forward movement.
His hands traveled up my sides, encountering the hastily made cuts of my shirt where I’d stripped them of their sleeves earlier that morning.
The fabric was jagged, only being held together at my sides by a thin piece of material that covered my lower ribs and belly.
His thumbs hooked into my sports bra, sliding it up until my breasts burst free from their confines, only covered now by a threadbare piece of material. The material of my sports bra was bunched up around my armpits, and I relished in the feeling. Something about him not removing my shirt made the whole situation naughtier…hotter.
His eyes were laser focused on my breasts as my nipples beaded even more, standing out in stark relief against my gray shirt.
“So sexy,” he groaned, letting his thumbs travel under my shirt to brush against my distended nipples.
I gasped, leaning into his touch.
He grinned as he took the side of the material on each side, pinching the two arm holes together so my breasts were exposed.
They felt heavy with need as he studied them.
Then, slowly, he leaned forward and gave one breast a long, languid lick. Then he blew on it, making them harden impossibly more.
“Oh, God,” I said, feeling the act like a shock to my pussy.
He grinned before repeating the process on the other nipple.
My hands started to grapple with his Kevlar vest.
Once I had that off and tossed carelessly into the passenger side floor board, I worked on his shirt, followed shortly by a white undershirt.
He held his arms up and hunched his shoulders to make the removal easier, and I was thankful.
The confining space of the car was impairing my ability to maneuver, and making them jerky with pent up need.
He left my shirt where it was, pinned in place between my breasts as he leaned forward and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, suckling on it like a starving man.
My hands found his hair, and I clamped down on it while I moved my hips against his cock, faster and faster.
His free hand pinched my other nipple, teasing a hint of pain out of my pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I said, feeling an all too familiar feeling start to barrel through me.
Noticing my frenzied movement, his mouth left my breast and switched to the other nipple, suckling hard while his free hand moved down my stomach.
His nimble fingers slipped under the waistband of first my pants, then my panties.
His fingers felt utterly right as they worked their way through my slippery folds, past my clit and straight into my pussy.
His two large, rough fingers working my empty channel was exactly what I needed to tip over the edge of that cliff.
I crashed. Hard.
Moaning loudly, I threw my head back and rode his fingers through my orgasm.
His mouth on my nipple never stopped as I practically flooded his fingers with my release.
It was so intense, in fact, that I wasn’t aware of the movement of our bodies until I felt my back hit something smooth and unyielding.
My shoes were the first to go, followed by my socks, pants, and panties.
He left my shirt where it was, as my legs fell open to his hot gaze.