Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“That feels so good,” she mutters before our lips lock again.
I tug so she’s on me; straddling me, my hands gripping her ass now.
Tess moves in slow motions over my dick as if she were giving me a lap dance, hips gyrating, the fingers on her rear now perilously close to her crack.
She moans.
Lowering my head, I lick one of her gorgeous nipples. In my mind, they’re perfect; the perfect color, the perfect size, the perfect perfect.
I lick.
Suck.
Tess moans again, letting me know she’s into it.
I mean, not that her appearing in the bedroom almost naked wasn’t her telling me she was into it, but this verbal signal is more than enough to get me rock hard.
Tess continues to give me a lap dance as if it were her job, moving on top of me still. A vision of Grady flashes through my mind, but I quickly blink it away, trying to focus on how she feels on top of me.
No one—and I mean no one—wants the brother of the girl riding him cockblocking him, even invisibly.
I can no longer stand it.
As much as I love the way it feels, I can no longer sit here and let her torture me this way.
I stand, bringing her along for the ride, hefting her up, and turning toward the bed. I dump her onto the mattress and look down at her, watching as her chest heaves up and down breathlessly.
No bra.
Skimpy underwear.
Long hair that fans around her.
She’s fucking gorgeous, have I mentioned that?
Tess spreads her legs, and I climb onto the bed toward her, dick throbbing, face going to the center of her core. My hands are already at her inner thighs, fingers already hooking her panties.
I haven’t gone down on a girl in ages.
What if I can’t remember how?
What if she doesn’t like it?
Her hips wiggle as if she were impatient, and I’m more than happy to bury my face there. Pull aside her thong completely. Kiss her inner thighs; they’re smooth and she smells like baby powder and perfume and the right amount of female.
I want to devour her.
I do devour her, spreading her with two fingers, lavishing my tongue on her.
My lips, my hands, my finger.
Above me, Tess pushes her hands through my hair. It probably needs a haircut, but who’s thinking about that shit?
Her pussy tastes fucking amazing, and I’m not embarrassed to say it, and I’d say it out loud too if my mouth wasn’t sucking her clit right now.
Fucking delicious.
Tess pushes at my shoulders now.
No, she’s tugging.
Pulling at my shoulders, she’s trying to hook beneath my armpits so I’ll climb back up her body.
I war with myself: on one hand, I want to make her come. I’m desperate to make her come… On the other hand, what does she need me up there for? I’m perfectly content licking her pussy, trying to push her over the brink.
So for real, what does she need me up there for?
To dry hump her? To rub my cock between her legs so she can see how it feels?
I’m not and wasn’t planning on having sex with her so shouldn’t I just stay down here where I want to be, where it’s nice and cozy and warm and pleasure her until she’s crying out my name?
Tess has other ideas.
I remove my mouth—so sad to go—and let her boss me around. I follow her lead and move up her body ’cause she wants me to until we’re face-to-face again, my mouth instantly seeking hers.
God, her lips are perfect.
This fucking mouth…
The tongue.
Her hands roam up and down my back, pushing at the waistband of these tight underwear.
She wants them off.
Fuck.
Shit, she feels good…
Too good.
So warm.
Hot.
Her perfect tits are in my hands again, and I’m caressing them even as I begin to move my pelvis, letting my hips roll, dick like a heat seeking missile into the apex of her legs.
“So fucking good…” she groans. “Take off your underwear,” she moans.
Take off your underwear.
Play with fire.
Make her feel good.
Let her make you feel good.
The battle rages on inside me, her hands at my ass, nails scraping my skin, lips sucking the side of my neck.
I wonder if I’ll have a hickey.
“You feel so good…” I murmur.
“Take off your underwear,” she says again, more demanding.
“Why, so you can fuck me?” I joke, our tongues meeting between the words.
“Yes, so I can fuck you.”
CHAPTER 23
TESS
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I want him real bad, and I don’t care if I’m being forward.
The weight of Drew on top of me is intoxicating, and I could get drunk on this feeling every single day of the damn week.
“Yes, so I can fuck you…”
His dick has no such hesitation as it presses into my pussy, wanting to slide inside me, in and out, hot, wet, and hard.