Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Can’t. Feels too good.” My voice rises an octave. The one downside to this house is how close the bedrooms are. I’m either going to need something to occupy my mouth, or a pillow might work. Trent works my bottoms off until I’m completely naked. Still, he keeps working me with his fingers and mouth. He moves from one nipple to the other, the wetness making me shiver as the cool air skates over my flesh. Two fingers dip inside my pussy. He’s teasing me, working me up, and not giving me more of what I’m desperate for.
“Babe.” I lose his mouth at the same time as he pushes his fingers inside me. Another noise leaves me, a deep purr in the back of my throat. No longer am I able to stay standing. Trent’s hands on my body, it’s too much, yet it’s never enough. He tries to get my attention again, this time without words but by pulling in and out of my wet heat. The scent of our combined arousals, the noises from our heavy breathing, and the feel of his body touching as much of me as possible, is overwhelming. I swear a few more strokes and feathering of his fingers back and forth, and it’ll be lights out. I’ll lose the will to stand, let alone hold back on the orgasm that’s threatening to take hold.
“Don’t stop, please, Trent, don’t.” My chest rises and falls.
“Then I guess I better find a way to keep you quiet.” His lips go to mine. The kiss is not soft at all. He’s taking me with his mouth like he’s taking my pussy with his fingers. He’s working both at the same fevered pace. My hand moves to wrap around his cock, taking over stroking his length and trying to set up a momentum that will feel good for him, too.
“Close, so close,” I mutter against his lips.
“Fuck yeah, babe. Get there, then I’m gonna fuck you, nice and slow. I’ll kiss you through every breath, every moan, and every move.” The palm of his hand works my clit, his fingers never stopping. He’s making good on his promise, and when my orgasm takes hold, he swallows the noises down with a mind-blowing kiss of all kisses.
God, I love this man.
“Trent,” I sigh his name as I slowly come down from my orgasm. Just when I think I’m going to lose his fingers from my pussy, he does the last thing I expect.
“Staying inside you in some way till I’ve got you flat on your back,” he murmurs quietly, yet there’s no denying the huskiness in that, which is filled with desire.
“Hmm.” I’m fuck drunk and haven’t even been fucked yet.
“You gonna walk, or you need me to carry you, Kennedy?” His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking on the sensitized skin.
“What?” It’s hard to comprehend anything when he’s still fluttering his fingers back and forth inside me and undoubtedly marking me with his mouth.
“Babe, gotta get with it. I’m going to fuck you, but doing it standing up might prove hard with the way you get when my cock is inside you.” Wild. The noises I make aren’t the only thing that happens. My nails dig into his skin, and I’m known to kiss and suck on any part of him I can get ahold of. Which is probably why he’s currently leaving a hickey on my neck. That should be fun to explain at my job tomorrow as a data entry clerk.
“Yes,” I respond, lost in a haze. Trent somehow manages to pick me up while his fingers work me up again. All I can do is hold on as he moves us until I’m near the edge of the bed.
“Flat on your back, Kennedy.” Only then do I lose a piece of him. He’s no longer touching me, and it isn’t fair. The fastest way to have Trent back is to do what he says, so I turn around, drop to my hands and knees, spread my legs wide, and crawl up the bed. “Goddamn, stay there. Fucking you like that.” Trent’s mind is now changed, no longer am I moving, instead the tops of his thighs meet the back of mine. The hair on his body causes me to shiver. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and I press backwards, taking the whole of his length as he meets me, match for fucking match.
“Trent.” One hand goes to my shoulder, the other grips my hip, and he holds me still. “Please move, I need you.”
“I need you, too, Kennedy, always.” He finally gives us both what we need, and when I start getting louder, and nothing can stop me from getting louder, it’s his hand that covers my mouth as he fucks me through my orgasm. I may have nipped at his palm, too, but if anything, that only spurred him on more until he was coming deep inside me, too.