Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Can we help you with anything?” I asked.
“Your girl cooks?” Eddie asked, looking at Levee.
“I’m not like you by any means,” I said. “But I keep myself fed.” Though the soup ingredients I’d bought over a week ago rotting in my crisper spoke of a different story right then.
“Love the offer, but I wanna cook for you. Go hang with Levee.”
“Yeah, come hang with Levee,” Levee said, eyes bright.
“I can help cook,” Rynn offered.
“You will sit and keep me company,” Eddie said, clearly not wanting her help for some reason, but being as nice as possible about it.
Levee pulled me back up the stairs with him, his hand not too subtly sliding under the tee to squeeze my nearly-bare ass.
I was one step in the bedroom when his lips were on mine. He kept his head tilted to the side, careful to avoid hitting my nose with his.
My hands started to roam as his tongue toyed with mine, his minty toothpaste mixing with the cinnamon-flavored one I’d found to use in the hall closet.
My fingers found their way under his shirt, feeling the warm skin of his back, then slipping down further to slip into his pants, finding his firm ass and giving it a squeeze.
A rumble moved through him at that as he backed me against the door, grinding his hard cock into me.
I lifted my leg, hooking it around his hip, then writhing myself against his hardness as his teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough to drag a moan out of me.
Levee’s hands slipped under my shirt, teasing up my front, and slipping under the cups of my bathing suit top, cupping my breasts.
The need and impatience grew. My hands yanked at his pants, pulling them down off of his hips, then reaching to wrap my hand around his cock.
Levee’s lips pulled from mine, burying in my neck as I started to work him with my hand.
After a moment, his own hand found its way into my panties, finding me already soaked for him.
His thumb moved up to my clit as two of his fingers slipped inside of me, thrusting lazily, driving me up achingly slowly.
“Levee,” I whimpered, desperate for more, for the fullness of him inside of me.
His approving sound vibrated into my chest as he pulled back to watch my face as he worked me for a moment.
Then his fingers were sliding out of me, and we were moving until we were at the side of the bed.
Reaching out, he pulled off my shirt. Then in two quick movements, my bikini top and bottoms were on the floor too.
I moved up onto the bed, shamelessly watching as he removed his shirt and pants, giving me a glorious view of his perfect body, of his thick, straining need.
My own need coiled tighter in my core as he reached down, stroking himself twice as he reached with his free hand into the drawer to grab a condom.
His gaze was on me as he slid it on, the heat in his eyes enough to set the sheets on fire.
I moved flat, then lifted one of my legs, placing my foot on his stomach.
He reached for it, pulling it up straight, and pressing a kiss to the inside of my ankle before placing my foot up on his shoulder.
When I placed the other foot on his stomach, he repeated the motion before reaching down for my hips, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed.
When he slid inside of me, it was leisurely. Like we had all the time in the world. Like my body wasn’t crying out for hard and fast to get me to the edge as quickly as possible.
But the intensity in Levee’s eyes had me holding back my pleading for that.
Instead, I sank into the moment, savored the growing intensity, the surprising emotion that grew, spread, made me almost feel weepy as he continued to rock inside of me, his gaze holding mine.
I slid my legs down from his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist, and reached up for him.
Following my silent instructions, he lowered down on top of me, letting me pull and hold him close.
His lips found mine as we moved together.
The journey may have been slower, but the connection made it all the sweeter as, eventually, my moans started to grow as Levee pushed me right to that edge.
He pulled back as my walls tightened around him, as my body tensed, watching me as the orgasm crested. A slow, deep throbbing pleasure that spread until it overtook me completely.
Levee kept moving through it, dragging it out, even leaning down to press a kiss to the edge of my eye where a single tear slid free before he surged deep and came with me.
He rolled off of me afterward, took care of the condom, then reached to pull me up onto his chest, his arms going around me, keeping me there. As if I had any intention of moving.