Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Just breathe…”
Her legs suddenly spread even wider, and I move between them. I keep closing to her, until I feel her legs all but wrap around my waist. She gasps quietly, and her eyes look up into mine—so blue and wide and innocent, but also blazing with a hungry energy.
She grips my shirt, and God help me, my cock begins to throb, hard. It thickens and throbs, and when she pulls close to me, she groans.
I grit my teeth. “Fuck, Taylor, I…”
“West,” she breathes. She looks up at me, and her little pink tongue slides over her lips, making them glisten. Her breath catches, and I groan as my hands tighten on her jaw. I know this is wrong and fucked up. But she’s so fucking close to me, and my very willpower is crumbling quickly.
“Taylor,” I growl. “We—”
She leans in first, and her lips brush mine, almost tentatively, like she’s testing it. But tentative or not, she’s just thrown gas on a fucking fire.
…And I explode.
My mouth crashes into hers, and I kiss her with every fucking part of who I am.
Chapter Seven
Taylor
It’s happening again, and this time, just like last time, I never want it to end. West kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips, and the harder he kisses me, the more I want it. I moan into him, and my legs wrap tight around his muscled hips. His hands splay out across my jaw, gripping me possessively as he takes my mouth.
His hips rock against me, and I moan as I feel the huge, throbbing bulge I felt last night grind against my eager pussy through my shorts. I gasp into his lips, and my legs tighten, drawing him closer.
ÒFuck, baby,Ó he groans. I whimper, kissing him even harder. No one’s ever called me that, and I like how it sounds coming from his lips,
I’ve just been shot at and had what I think might’ve just been a panic attack. But when he kisses me, all of that fades away. Everything else fades away, until all I know is his lips on mine, and his hands holding me like I’m his.
My hands slide down his back, and before I know it, I’m gripping the edge of his t-shirt. I pull, tugging it higher, eager to touch his warm, bare skin. I’m eager like I’ve never been eager for anything in my life—like he’s a present I’ve been dying to tear open.
I tug his shirt up, and West pulls away just enough to yank it off and toss it into the truck. He crashes back into me, and I whimper at the feel of his bare, chiseled chest against me. My hands tease over his muscles, and my core tightens and melts for him.
West drops his big hands to my thighs, and I whimper. He teases my bare skin, running his fingers up and down the inside of my thighs until I’m shivering and gasping for his touch. He’s got me so fucking wet, to the point where I want him right here and right now, on the side of the freaking road.
I’ve never done any of this before. Not the kissing, the touching—none of it. But even with the danger looming, and the fact that we’re on the side of road, I know if he wanted it, I’d give him everything right now. I’d let him take my very virginity, right here and now.
He grunts and slides his hands high, until fingers from both hands slide up under the frayed hem of my shorts. I whimper when he strokes the edges of my panties and growls into my mouth. His fingers start to push under my panties, like they did last night, and I whimper in pleasure.
But then, he pulls back. I’m about to pout, when his hands instead go to the front of my shorts. He deftly plucks the button undone, and my pulse jumps. West growls deeply into my lips and yanks the zipper down, and then his hands grip my shorts and start to peel them down. I moan, and I somehow know to lift my ass to let him pull. The denim slides off of me and down my thighs. West steps back to pull them from my feet.
I blush pink, and I go to cross my legs to shield my damp, darkened panties from his hungry gaze. But West growls and shakes his head. He moves into me again, and his firm grip pulls my thighs apart.
He kisses me possessively, spreading my legs wide and snarling as he moves between them. His lips drop to my neck, making me gasp loudly. He moves lower, and I gasp when his hand pushes over my panties.
ÒFuck, Taylor,Ó he groans. His mouth pulls from my skin, and he suddenly drops down between my legs. My face burns hot when I feel his breath on my thighs, his gaze centered on my soaked panties and pussy. He leans forward, and I bite my lip and reach out to stop him.