Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
The driver’s voice came over the speaker. “Yes, Sir. The privacy window is up, Sir.”
A slow, sexy smile moved over Anson’s face as he slipped his hand under my dress. I gasped when he pressed my clit through the lace fabric. The feel of his hard length against my needy body and his touch on my sensitive bud had me rocking against him.
“Fuck, Bristol.”
I dropped my head back and rocked more. My orgasm didn’t take long to start building up.
“Yes,” I whispered as I pushed against him.
Anson moved my lace panties to the side to play with my clit more.
Then he pulled his hand away and groaned in protest.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I panted as I lifted so he could undo his pants. He took his hard length out, and I moaned in delight at the sight of it. I needed him inside me. Desperately. He reached for his wallet, took out a condom, and ripped it open.
“Anson, hurry. I need to come so badly,” I begged.
After he rolled the condom on, he pushed his fingers inside of me while I hovered over him.
The feel of him touching me left me breathless.
“Jesus, you’re soaking wet.”
“Please!” I nearly shouted as he took me by the hips and guided me down onto his shaft.
We both moaned, and I closed my eyes and sat there, not moving an inch. The feel of the man I loved buried so deep inside me left me so emotional that I had to pause for a moment. I needed to make this last longer.
I dropped my forehead to his and simply moved my hips ever so slightly.
“Bri. Goddamnit. I’m going to come just sitting here.”
Laughing, I pulled back and shot him a warning look. “You better not, Mister. The idea of fucking you in a limo just moved up to my top five fantasies.”
“This is not a fantasy, Baby.”
With a smile, I rocked faster. “It most certainly is not.”
Anson
MY HEAD SPUN, and my heart pounded in my chest. Holy shit. Bristol was straddling me in the back of the limo. No. I was buried deep inside her while she fucked me in the back of the limo. That was even better.
She tasted like mint and honey as my tongue moved against hers. The taste left me even more hungry for her.
I lifted her up some and brought her back down on me. She groaned and rotated her hips.
“Bri, fuck me harder and faster.”
A sexy grin spread over her beautiful face as she placed her hands on my shoulders and moved faster.
It wasn’t going to take me long to come if I didn’t concentrate.
“Anson, oh, God. Touch me!”
I moved my hand between where our two bodies were connected. She was soaking wet, and I had to bite down on my lip hard—nearly drawing blood—to keep from coming.
My thumb pressed against her clit, and she exploded.
Her mouth slammed against mine as she moaned with her release. I felt my own hips coming up to meet her, and then I lost all control and we came together.
When Bristol finally stopped moving, she collapsed against my chest. Both of us breathing like we just ran a race.
“That was hot as hell,” I said as I squeezed her ass cheeks. Bristol laughed and then buried her face into my neck.
“Oh my God. What came over me?” she asked with a giggle.
“Hell if I know, but I hope whatever it was happens a lot more often.”
Bristol pulled back and looked into my eyes. Her fingers moved through my hair, and she sighed like a woman who had just been thoroughly satisfied.
“This was a lot more comfortable than Irwin’s truck.”
My head dropped back as I laughed. “Yes, yes, it was. Now, let me take you home so I can make love to you and then hold you while you sleep in my arms.”
Bristol yawned, and I had a feeling the making love part would have to wait until morning.
She slid off me and watched as I took care of the condom and then informed the driver to head to my place. She snuggled up next to me, and I couldn’t help but stare at her while she drifted off to sleep.
Bristol Overmann was an amazing woman. And after the events of tonight, I already knew my answer for Robert.
I pulled out my phone and called him. The sound of Bristol’s breathing told me she was fast asleep.
“Hey, you left before we could say goodnight,” Robert said.
“Bristol wasn’t feeling well, so we took off.”
“No worries. I’m sorry about Lori. I’ll find out who seated her there.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, you sure? You seemed pretty pissed off.”
Bristol let out a little snore, and I smiled. “I’m sure. Are you able to meet me tomorrow morning before I head back to Texas? My house first thing in the morning?”