Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She whimpered and he pressed his lips against her neck, sliding his tongue back and forth across the pulse, and then nipping the delicate flesh with his teeth. Another whimper escaped her.
He let go of her arms, she was perfectly capable of pushing him away, of rejecting him. She didn’t do either. Her hands stayed at her side and he reached for the edge of her old shirt. In one swift swoop, he peeled it over her head.
Underneath she wore a delicate lacy bra, peach this time, and it seemed to highlight the dark red of her nipples. His mouth watered for a taste of her delicate flesh. He craved her so fucking much, wanted her badly.
But the anticipation was all part of the play. There was no fun in scoffing the dessert when you could take it spoonful by spoonful. He didn’t want to stuff himself. No, he wanted to take his time with Holly, and as he did, he was going to enjoy it.
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Holly couldn’t believe Mason was in her home. She knew she should be calling the police because he was a total stranger, and she’d not given him her address. That could only mean one thing, he’d gotten it illegally, maybe? She didn’t know how it worked. When she went to his nightclub, the bouncer on the door hadn’t asked to see her ID. Actually, she didn’t need to queue to get inside either. He’d seen her and regardless of the upset from the crowd in front of him, he let her right inside. It was another first for her.
Mason ran his hands up from her waist, cupping her tits. He held them in his palms like a shelf.
“Tell me to stop, Holly,” he said.
Why would she do that when she loved the feel of his lips on her body, and the touch of his fingers? They were slightly rough around the edges, and for some reason they made her body so sensitive.
She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to his touch. She didn’t want to.
His lips went back to her neck, but this time they didn’t linger. He slowly kissed down her chest. She bit her lip to stop herself from begging him to suck on her tits. She’d never been the demanding kind of woman.
He traced across the edge of her lacy bra, and never had she been so offended by an item of clothing before. She was now, more than offended. In fact, she was pissed off that it was getting in his way. But then, he lifted her tit and his mouth closed over the nipple and he sucked it through the lace of her bra.
Instant heat pooled between her thighs, and she tried to press them closed, to create the right amount of friction she was looking for, but he stopped her. Pressing his thigh between her thighs, she whimpered because he let go of her tit.
She didn’t want him to stop touching her. Far from it.
“Please,” she said.
Staring into his dark brown gaze, Mason lifted his knee and pressed it between her thighs, touching her pussy. She couldn’t help herself and began to rub her pussy against his leg. It felt so good.
“Does your pussy need my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Should you have snuck out of my apartment?”
This time, she smiled. “Yes.”
He growled and she chuckled.
“If I hadn’t snuck out, you wouldn’t have come to me,” she said.
“True, but if you hadn’t snuck out, I’d have woken you up with my tongue on your pussy and my fingers inside you.”
She didn’t get a chance to regret her actions as he moved to her other nipple, sucking it through her lacy bra. His thigh rocked between her legs, rubbing her pussy.
The friction of the jeans wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to be dry-humped. No, she wanted his hands, his body, everything. She felt greedy in her need for him.
He reached behind her and with a single flick of his wrist, he removed the bra covering her body.
She was thankful for the awful thing to be off her body. Actually, it was a very comfortable bra, but she much preferred his hands holding her. He did so, right away, lifting them up, and she cried out as his time there was nothing between her and his mouth. He stroked his tongue across each peak, flicking back and forth, and she cried out. The pleasure was instant and as he continued to rub her pussy with his thigh, it was sending her arousal even higher.
She didn’t want him to stop. Not ever.
“Please,” she said.
“Tell me what you need.”
At first, she hesitated, not exactly sure what she needed.
“I need you naked.” It was the first thought that came to mind.
He chuckled. “That’s easy.”
He let her go, which she didn’t want him to do, but she stopped herself from complaining as he pulled off his shirt, followed by his jeans. He was naked in record time and she couldn’t help but bite her lip. She had never seen the appeal of tattoos, but right now, his heavily muscled body covered in an array of different ink was so arousing.