Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
The phone stops and I’m guessing it’s Alannah since I dropped a pretty hefty bombshell into her phone last night and it’s been way more than two hours. It was probably her calling in the middle of our final round.
Funny… because last weekend at her place on Saturday, she told me if I was smart, I’d pursue Derek Steele as hall pass material. Rich. Sexy. Would probably be happy to do it once and never ask for my phone number.
I bite my lip.
I’m sure she never thought I’d actually do it.
And I definitely never thought it was a possibility when she suggested it.
She certainly never told me she slipped him her number once.
I’m suddenly flipped to my back and covered by the hot, hard body of Mr. Hall Pass himself, who pins my wrists to the mattress and in one thrust, enters me to the hilt.
Ooh.
Our eyes lock.
His are sleepy. Sexy. And as always, kind of irresistible. Mr. Hall Pass loves eye contact, it seems. And it’s insanely appealing.
His jaw and cheeks are covered by faint stubble, and it looks good. His hair is a mess and that looks good, too. I can only imagine what my hair looks like after me falling asleep on it wet, without even combing it after that shower we took. After all the times he tangled his fingers in my hair and used it as a handle last night.
Hot.
He’s clearly not mad that I slept here, certainly not done with me. I lost count of how many times he made me come last night; how many times he came. He came a lot, though I came two or three times as much.
And here he is as soon as his eyes are open, fucking me again. A man with stamina such as this isn’t something I’m familiar with.
My legs hurt. Everywhere he put his dick kinda hurts.
And I’m a little shocked. It’s as if he had a cheat sheet or something. Notes on his hand that I didn’t notice. Bullet points telling him what would turn me to goo for him. A panicked thought hits me. Did Alannah get to him?
My mind races and I see spots for a beat while I ponder this.
Did she tell him I’d melt for a bunch of kinky stuff? Did she suggest I’d like it if he fucked me while holding my throat? Tell him to boss me around and talk dirty while he fucked me? Did she fill him in on just how badly I needed my dry spell to be broken and for me to use the hall pass on someone who really really knew what they were doing? Is that why he’s pursued this? Is Alannah the reason I’m here right now?
His mouth is on mine, taking a deep drink of me, bringing me back into the moment. My mind becomes all about sensations instead of intrusive thoughts and I wrap my arms and legs around him and go for the gusto.
But it doesn’t take long before other thoughts begin to flood in. Adam wouldn’t kiss me in the morning until after he’d brushed his teeth, especially considering the fact I swallowed cum last night. I’ve been kissed by guys with bad breath, so I always appreciated that about Adam. But Derek tastes amazing first thing in the morning. Just as good as he tasted last night. By the way he’s kissing me, I must not taste half bad either.
More visions wash over me, thinking about where his tongue was last night. How he kissed me after I went down on him. How he thankfully had the sense to get us both clean after the butt stuff before we went another round. My belly dips as he plunges into me again and again for a good few minutes before he moves to his back with body language that tells me to ride him. I get to my knees and give it my all, despite the fact that my body is sore. Between the first gym workout in over half a year and the most energetic sex of my life until the wee hours, I’m not sure how I’m even doing this.
It doesn’t take long for my limbs to go numb. When I wince and slow down, without missing a beat Derek rolls us, does a push-up, then slides out of me so he can flip me to my belly. He rams back in, hard, making me cry out.
His lips move to my earlobe and as he takes it between his teeth, he demands, “Make that sound again.”
“How about you make me make it,” I fire back, breathlessly.
He chuckles deviously and does exactly that. He pounds into me over and over like it’s a competition. And we’re both winning because I’m quickly close to coming undone under his weight, amid the sinfully good sound of his skin slapping mine. And does it ever feel good. Length and girth and rotating hips.