Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Christ, you’re killing me.” He licks my nipple while my other hand runs through his thick dark hair, not wanting him to leave, but I feel him starting to lift up.
“What?” I lift up when he’s on his haunches between my legs.
“Taking these off.” He unwraps my legs from around him, pulling them up and over his shoulder while taking my shorts off.
“Finally, you do something I ask for.” I bat my eyelashes at him while a smile spreads across my face.
“You’re playing with fire, Kel. It’s a good thing I’m about to put out the flame.”
“Did you seriously just say that? Would you like some wine with that cheese?” This is what I’m talking about when it comes to the layers that encompass Bridger. I don’t think I’ll ever peel back every layer, and I’m really liking that.
“Sue me. It was a bad joke, but I am about to make you mine.” He kisses the inside of both my ankles as he spreads my legs for his pleasure. He’s staring at my center, where I’m completely bare for him, well, for the first person ever in my life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kellie.” Bridger’s hand glides up the length of my legs until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
“Bridger.” My voice is needier than ever as his thumb rubs my clit in slow circles, causing me to lift up my hips, silently begging for more.
“I’m going to make you feel good, don’t you worry about that,” he states.
“I need you inside me.” His cock is so close to my entrance that if I can move my hips in just the right way, he’ll slide inside me.
“We’re not having sex yet, Kellie.” I know I’m going to have to persuade him into something, though, because there is no way I want another day to pass by when I don’t feel like this man doesn’t own me.
“Not all the way, just the tip?” I question. It comes out in a joking way though. I swear I’ve heard that around the office in a more than normal capacity.
“You can’t joke about this, baby. It’s too serious.”
“I’m not. I just want to feel you. I promise I won’t move, not even an inch. Please give me this.” My hands find his again. He squeezes them firmly in his before I see the answer written on his face.
“I’ll give you this, but I’m telling you now if you move, it’s over, and I’m coming inside your pussy, Kellie. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”
“Yes, please?”
“You’re so damn perfect for me. Look at you all splayed out for me, begging for my cock.” We both watch as he places the head of his cock at my entrance. I do as promised. I don’t move an inch—well, besides squeezing Bridger’s hands.
“We look so good together,” I whimper out, watching him lazily slide in until he stops moving.
“Hell yes, we do.” Bridger disentangles one of our hands. He brings it between our bodies, being careful not to interfere with me watching us together.
“Keep doing that, Kel.”
“Do what, this? But I thought you didn’t want me to move a muscle?” I clamp my pussy down on his cock.
“Fuck yeah, that you can do.” Thank God for that article I read online about women and using their Kegel muscles. I’m about to put them to the test. His thumb is slick with my desire. My body is coming alive, trembling with need and heightening my pleasure.
“God, Bridger, don’t stop.” I’m so close to coming, and I want him to come with me. “Can we come together?” I ask.
“Hell fucking yes, I’m right there. Take me with you, Kellie,” he grumbles. My pussy clamps down so tight on him, his body jerks but never breaks my barrier. His cum is deep inside me though. I can feel it everywhere, especially when Bridger slowly pulls out.
“Look down, Kellie. I want you to see what you do to me.” My eyes meet his before sliding down the length of his body. His cock is slowly softening, but what he’s looking at is how not only the insides of my thighs are painted with our release, it’s also leaking out of me.
“Bridger,” I moan.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I nod my head in return. The emotions on my face must be showing just how thick they’re clogging my throat. Bridger lies next to me, gathering me in his arms, not caring about the mess that we will both be in. All he cares about is comforting me. Something he’s been doing for what seems like forever now, all while I was running away from him when I should have been running to him.
“Thank you,” I mutter into his chest.
“Nothing to thank me for, sunshine. If anything, I should be thanking you,” he says with a smirk, but he knows exactly what I mean by the soft kiss I place directly on his chest where his heart beats beneath.