Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I melted like butter in a hot pan, aroused by that momentous kiss, the way he held me so effortlessly because he lifted weights heavier than me every day. My arms hooked around his neck, and I kissed this man with a rush of unbridled passion, the kind of desperation that made my lips quiver, made my knees go weak. He swept me off my feet, literally, and brought me into a clandestine heaven.
Instead of rushing me to the bed, he kissed me like that for a long time, his desire not thwarted by the burden of my weight. He tugged me into him so I could feel the outline of his dick in his sweatpants, the monster cock that was about to pound inside me…if it would fit.
He carried me to the bed then gently laid me down as he rolled on top of me, continuing the kiss because the transition was so smooth. The mattress sank underneath me with his weight, making it dip below me. My legs were still hooked around his hips, and I was anxious for my jeans to come off so I could squeeze the hot skin of his core.
My hands planted on his chest, and I felt stone covered in skin, felt a brick wall that lived and breathed. My mouth continued to cherish his as his hand dug into my hair and fisted it, tightening his hold like there was a chance I would slip away.
My hands reached for his hips and tried to push down his sweatpants, but he was so long, it was hard for me to reach when my crossed ankles sat at the top of his lower back.
He grabbed my shirt and yanked it up to expose my bra. He dipped his head and kissed my sternum as he continued to lift the fabric and draw it up my arms. Then he smothered my tits with kisses as he pulled down the straps of my bra to make them come free.
I tried to reach for his sweatpants again, but they were just out of reach.
He pulled away and rested on the balls of his feet as he unbuttoned my jeans and yanked down the zipper. He tugged them hard, dragging my body along with the jeans before the denim left my hips and ass. He got them to my ankles, and I kicked off my flats, letting them thud against the rug.
He moved for my pink thong and hooked his thumbs in the band before he tugged it free, pulling it down my legs and to my ankles. He left it there before he moved between my legs, his shoulders making themselves at home between my knees as he pressed a gentle kiss to my aching lips.
My back immediately arched when I felt that hot kiss. “God…”
He kissed me the way he kissed my mouth, separating my folds with his tongue and swiping at the anxious nub tucked away. He sucked it hard into his mouth and gave a gentle bite before he moved over me again, reaching behind my back and unclasping the bra so it was finally free.
I was completely naked underneath him, and he pressed a trail of kisses up my body until he made it back to my lips.
I growled into his mouth.
He pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”
I sat up slightly and forced him back, grabbing his sweatpants and tugging them down.
He smirked, and the twinkle in his eye was brighter than a shooting star—and passed just as quickly. He helped me remove them the rest of the way before his monster cock sprang free, the kind that would stretch the condom until it nearly burst. When he was naked, he moved on top of me again, squeezing between my thighs and pressing his fat dick right against my clit.
I sucked in a deep breath because it felt as good as his kiss.
He ground against me, his face just inches from mine, watching me breathe hard every time he rubbed his hard dick against me, giving me the kind of friction that was better than my hand.
My hands went to his bulging biceps, and I dug my fingers into the skin as he dipped his head and kissed me. His tongue was immediately in my mouth as he ground against me, his length starting to pick up the slickness from my opening and smear it over my clit. Over and over, he did that, pushing the perfect pressure into my nub and making me tighten from the pleasure.
My thighs squeezed his waist, and my locked ankles rested at the top of his ass. I rocked with him, starting to pant into his mouth because it felt so damn good—and he wasn’t even inside me yet. This man hadn’t even fucked me, but he’d managed to make me come twice.