Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I don’t think she’s wearing any panties, and it takes everything I have not to check for myself.
It should be obvious. With my boxers’ waistband double the width of her tiny waist, I sent her into the bathroom with only a shirt. But my mind has been playing tricks on me all night.
Like earlier, while replaying our fight on the court while sulking at the side of festivities, I kept hearing the desperation in her tone as if it were directed at me instead of Gabriel. That she wanted to kiss me more than him.
After the talk we just had, now I’m even more convinced.
Sending her to shower without any panties could be seen as a brilliant move on my behalf if Kamil’s warnings weren’t ringing through my head.
If he gets even an inclination as to what we’re doing, he’ll race up here and drag McKayla off me as I did Gabriel with Vivienne. Since that would mean McKayla would spend the night in his room instead of mine, I try to dampen the eagerness beaming out of McKayla.
“Einstein… we can’t.”
I’m saying no, but my actions are on the opposite end of the spectrum. My mouth opens at the request of her lashing tongue before I bite down on her lower lip to remind her I’m not the hero of her story.
Kam saved her, then kicked out her tormentor, so shouldn’t he be benefitting from her sudden wish to live life to the fullest?
Before jealousy can tear me in two, McKayla grinds down again, forcing a desperate moan to rumble up my chest.
“Fuck.”
I try to simmer down my moans to make out to Kamil and my frat brothers that I stubbed my toe on the dresser like I do every time I exit the bathroom, but when my efforts are less than stellar, I flatten my hands on the mattress behind me and act as if getting a woman off is a one-woman show.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I rasp out when the reflection of McKayla grinding against my crotch in the full-length mirror in the corner of my room hardens my dick to the point I’ll never doubt its flexibility again. It is strained against the crotch of my sweatpants, striving to break free, the hardest it’s ever been.
McKayla’s third and fourth grind amplifies the panic in her eyes instead of snuffing it. She feels me heavy against her, but she’s confused as to why my hands haven’t left the mattress.
“I can’t, Einstein. I fuckin’ can’t.” The need in my voice exposes how badly I want to touch her, but just in case, I stray my eyes to the partially cracked open door and add, “I promised to keep my hands to myself, remember?” After locking our eyes, I clear away the worry surging through her hooded gaze. “If I start, I won’t be able to take them off you, so they have to stay where they are, fisting the fucking sheets.”
After smiling in a way that removes the image of her lying lifeless at my knees from my head, she kisses me again. She devours my mouth with little gasps and controlled movements of her tongue that prove her worry about her first kiss being a dud was a lie.
She couldn’t kiss badly if she tried.
And don’t get me started on the sultry movements of her hips as her tongue explores my mouth, or I’ll make a mess of my pants.
I can see the need in her eyes and smell it on her skin. She’s ready to detonate, and I’ve yet to break my promise.
Fuck a test to prove your competency.
I can adeptly declare right now that I am a brilliant man.
When the mews erupting from McKayla’s chest announce how desperate she is to let go of the reins, I ask, “Do you want to come, Einstein?”
The rock of her hips is harder this time around, more urgent. “Yes.” Her voice is a quiver, and it claims the last of my sanity.
“Then spread your thighs a little wider and drag your pussy down my shaft until the rim of my cock flicks your clit. That should get you off. For what it misses, my win tomorrow will take care of. You won’t be drunk then, so I’ll be able to take my time with you.”
Nothing but shock is heard in her snapped words. “You want to do this again?”
A breathless moan ripples out of her mouth when I answer, “Fuck yes.”
Satisfied with my reply, she does a long grind down, dragging her heated slit from the rim of my cock to the base, moaning when the piercing at the hood flicks against her throbbing clit. “Like this?”
“Fuck.”
I clenched my teeth together when my sweatpants and boxer shorts combination can’t conceal the heat of her pussy. She is burning up everywhere, and it takes everything I have not to flop my dick out and ram home, which is fucked for me to even consider when I recall this is McKayla’s first time doing anything remotely like this.