Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Xander,” I begged. “Please.”
“Please what?” His breath on me was warm and tantalizing.
“Please let me come.”
He backed off, pressing soft, wet kisses to my stomach, my hip bones, my clit. “You want to come?”
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do for me?”
“Anything.”
“Anything?” He bit my thigh. “Seems like a risky gamble on your part. You don’t know me all that well. My mind could be a scary place.”
“Xander.”
“I mean, what if I want to tie you up?” He gave my clit the barest swipe with his tongue.
“Fine.”
“Blindfold you?” Another agonizing, light-as-a-feather caress.
“Okay.” My stomach muscles twitched.
“Fuck your mouth with my cock?”
I licked my lips. “Do it.”
“You’d like that?” He pushed his fingers a little deeper and looked up at me with those dark, ravenous eyes. “Sucking my cock?”
“Yes.” I tried to move my hips, get some friction.
“You want me to come in that pretty little mouth? Feel me dripping on your lips? Taste my cum on your tongue?”
“Yes. Goddamn it. Yes.” Frustrated almost to the point of tears, I went to put my own hand between my legs, and he snatched both my wrists, pressing them firmly to the counter outside of my legs. My head fell back onto the butcher block with a thud, and I moaned with weary aggravation.
“Oh no,” he reprimanded me with a harsh tone. “This is my orgasm to give, not yours to take.”
“Then give it,” I begged. “Please.”
He exhaled, like I was asking too much of him. “Fine. But I might have to punish you later for rushing me.”
“Deal,” I said, positive the climax would be worth the cost. “Just don’t stop this time.”
He did as I asked, working his mouth and tongue and fingers together, taking me back to that edge and this time letting me sail over with blissful, pulsing relief, my thighs tight around his face.
I was still lost in the hazy aftermath when he tore his mouth off me with a grunt of frustration and left me on the counter. He was back inside fifteen seconds, undoing his jeans, tearing open the condom, sliding it on, pushing inside me. When he was buried deep, he put my legs over his shoulders.
“What’s this?” I asked. “I thought you wanted my mouth.”
“I can’t see you like this and not have you.”
“Like what?”
“Wet. Open. Bare.” He grabbed my hips and gave me a few deep, bone-jarring thrusts. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
I watched him fall apart and thought I’d never enjoyed anything as much as the sight of big, strong Xander Buckley succumbing to his need for me, unable or unwilling to control himself. His eyes closed, his jaw clenched, and he cursed angrily and repeatedly, as if he was furious that the orgasm was gaining on him, about to beat him in the race. Then he scooped me up from the counter, put my back against the fridge and fucked me hard, driving into me with quick, deep jabs until finally he buried himself to the hilt. I gasped at the depth, at the shock of being filled so fully, but I barely had time to register the feeling because he began rocking his hips, his pubic bone rubbing my clit, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me. Another blaze in me ignited, and we came together, his cock throbbing inside me, my insides tightening around him in a gorgeous tandem rhythm that beat throughout my entire body.
Bearing my weight beneath his hands, he turned and set me on the counter again. My forehead fell onto his sternum, my breath coming fast. His chest rising and falling quickly too.
Slowly, he stroked my back with both palms. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
“I like that sweatshirt on you,” he said.
I smiled. “I can tell.”
SIXTEEN
xander
Spending a rainy day stuck in a cabin with a celebrity client would have sounded like torture to me a week ago, but I had to admit, today had been pretty fucking fantastic.
After the kitchen sex, we took a nap, woke up, had bed sex, made lunch, and ate it on the couch while watching a movie. Then we had living room floor sex and a snack, and now we were stretched out on the couch watching a different movie, although I could not have told you what it was about, because I kept dozing off.
Kelly was lying on top of me like I was a mattress, her feet somewhere around my shins, her head on my chest. I’d undressed her completely after the post-nap sex, but it made me happy when she put my sweatshirt back on, along with her underwear and nothing else. I had no idea why it turned me on so much to see her wearing something of mine, but I’d had a hard time keeping my hands off her while we made lunch. And food is like my favorite thing on the planet, but I had to force myself to finish my sandwich before hauling her to the floor, turning her onto her hands and knees, and plowing into her from behind. While I was spent but still inside her, I reached between her legs and quickly got her off with my fingers, enjoying the way I could feel the pulse of her orgasm on my cock.