Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I don’t let her finish. I do what I wanted to do in the parking lot, and on the night I last saw her at Club Red. It’s heaven to have her body against mine again, and her lips taste even sweeter than they’ve been in my fantasies. After only a second or two of surprise, she responds, kissing me back with nearly as much fire, throwing her arms around my neck and anchoring us together.
We carry on like the long-lost lovers we are. I cup her face in one hand, and bury my other in her luxurious hair. She squeezes my shoulder and slips another hand under the bottom of my shirt. I kiss her like I’m starving, and when her tongue slides into my mouth, I groan. When she lifts a knee, trying to move her body even closer to mine, I lift her bottom and she wraps her legs around my waist as she carries on kissing me.
I carry her toward my bedroom, breaking apart only long enough to say, “It’s not silly how you’ve been feeling, and it’s not your inexperience, because I’ve been feeling the same way.”
43
Autumn
There is no thinking; only feeling — touching, tasting, holding.
I reach for his shirt as soon as he lays me on the bed, and when I start tugging it up from the bottom, he impatiently pulls it over his head, treating me to a sight that’s been featuring in my dreams. Solid muscle under smooth tan skin, decorated with beautiful inkwork that draws my eyes from his shoulders, across his chest, down over his powerful abs, to the path of dark hair that disappears beneath his belt.
As I’m feasting my eyes, he takes my shirt off, easily opens the clasp on my bra, and when my chest is bare, he buries his face between my breasts, lavishing them with kisses and licks. I cradle his head in my hands, running my fingers through his hair, leaving it in disarray as I wrap a leg around him, wanting to convey my impatience.
When he pauses, I shift my weight and throw a leg over him, managing to roll him onto his back and get on top of him, where I straddle his waist, enjoying the view of his handsome face and impressive chest. The thick rigidity of his cock presses up against his jeans, and as soon as I become aware of it, I feel desperate.
I make quick work of his belt, open the button on his jeans, and pull his zipper down like I’m in a race. He lifts his hips and helps me push his pants and underwear down, but neither of us bother pushing them very far. The skirt I’m wearing is already riding halfway up my thighs. Frenzied, I push it up to my waist and pull my panties aside, too impatient to take them off.
I’m about to sink down on his cock when he stops me, murmuring, “Condom.” He twists his massive torso, reaching the box from the drawer of his night table, and quickly unrolls the rubber over his length.
“Now, baby girl.”
Baby girl. He never called me that before.
Duke’s fist is wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it steady so that I can mount him. I’m so wet, and he groans, his eyes going shut when I start to take him inside me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Take it in. Take all of my big cock.”
His dirty talk takes me by surprise too, and I love it.
I let gravity take me down, and oh god, no wonder. No wonder I’ve been so miserable. This is part of what I’ve been missing.
“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck my cock,” he commands when I start to rise. His thumb finds my clit and he rubs it as I move on him. Once I’m steady, I go faster, and faster.
“Unh. Oh god. Oh god!” I’ve been on the verge since we started kissing, so it doesn’t take much to set me off. Sparks ignite behind my eyelids and I let go, grinding down against him as my pussy throbs in release.
He waits for me to cross the peak and start to descend, but he doesn’t wait long. Keeping his cock inside me, he twines our bodies together and flips us over, so that I’m now lying on my back, Duke’s body hovering over me, shielding me from everything else in the world.
His eyes shine with a wild glint when he tells me, “Find something to hold onto.”
He’s the nearest thing, so I grab onto his shoulder, but I also stretch an arm overhead and manage to get hold of the upper edge of his mattress.
Never losing eye contact, Duke slides his cock nearly out of me and then purposefully pushes back in. He doesn’t say a word now, but communicates with his eyes and his motions, and what he’s saying is intense. He lets some of his weight rest on me, and the friction created as our bodies come together over and over is everything.