Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
She’s so wet and warm, and I suck at her swollen clit when I feel how close her body is to going over the edge.
Her breasts heave against the palms of my hands, and her thighs grip my face tightly as she starts to grind her hips against me.
She wants to come, and lucky for her, that’s exactly what I want to happen too. Making Sammy feel good, feel pleasure, is quickly becoming one of my favorite fucking pastimes.
The instant her body tightens up with her release, I suck even harder on her clit, forcing her orgasm to last as long as it possibly can.
I’m still hard and throbbing inside the condom, and the moment I’m sure her orgasm has started to subside, I lift her body back up and set her straight on my cock, thrusting myself back inside her in one steady, fluid motion.
Goddamn.
She’s so warm now, she’s borderline hot. And I can feel her wetness through the rubber.
“Ride me,” I tell her, and her eyes pop open to meet mine. Her lips are still parted, and her breaths are still coming out in erratic pants. “Ride me, Sammy,” I repeat. “Show me how bad you want to come on my cock.”
She responds by doing exactly that. With her hands pressed to my chest, she moves her hips up and down my length, and it feels so damn good, my eyes are tempted to roll back inside my fucking head.
But I don’t let them. No way. This perfect visual of Sammy riding me is something I refuse to miss.
When the urge to fuck her hard, to push myself as deep as I can go, becomes too strong, I flip her onto her back and do exactly that.
“Sammy,” I say, but it comes out more like a growl. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Yes.”
It’s all she says, but it’s the way she says it and the way her hands greedily grip at my ass and the way she spreads her thighs even farther for me and the way her eyes peer deep inside mine that really push me over the edge.
I can no longer be soft or slow. I just have to…claim her with my cock. I have to show her that she’s mine.
And that’s exactly what I do. I push myself inside her over and over and over again. Sammy’s back arches and her lips part and incoherent moans spill from her lips, and I’m following her right off the cliff and coming hard enough to blur my vision.
Goddamn. That was…
“Holy shit, Noah. What was that?”
Those are the first words either of us has spoken in I don’t know how long. Five? Ten minutes? All I know is that we’re currently just lying here on the bed, me on my back and Sammy’s body spread out on top of mine. Even my cock is still inside her.
“I don’t know,” I mutter. “But sign me up for more of it.”
She giggles at that. “So…like…Grey’s Anatomy wasn’t lying, huh? Doctors really do have sex in the on-call rooms.”
That spurs a laugh to vibrate through my chest. “No. Not exactly.”
“Oh, c’mon, Noah,” she retorts and leans up on her elbows to meet my eyes. “Don’t lie to me. How many times have you had sex in one of these on-call rooms?”
“Honestly?”
She nods.
“Once.”
“So, twice now.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Once, as in once.”
“I was your first sex inside an on-call room?”
I nod again. But I also grin when I note the proud smile on her lips. “You like the idea of that, Sam?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs, and I playfully squeeze her ass.
“Just so you know, so do I,” I tell her and mean every word. “Now, even though I would love to stay here like this with you all damn day, I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to get up and get dressed. I don’t want to make you late for picking up the boys from school.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she does offer a soft smile before leaning down to press a kiss to my lips before she hops off the bed and starts gathering her clothes.
I make quick work of the condom and head into the small bathroom to wash my hands.
But when I step back out, I find Sammy sliding on her jeans, and there’s a small part of me that feels guilty for letting things move this fast between us. The last thing I want her to think is that this is all about sex for me.
Because it’s not.
This is about so much more than that.
“By the way,” I state as I slip on my boxer briefs. “I got the Yankees tickets for Sunday.”
“Really?” She grins up at me as she does the zipper on her boots. “The boys are going to be so excited.”
They’re not the only ones who are excited. Though, my reasons are probably a lot different from theirs. I could give a shit about the Yankees.