Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
His hand twitched against me, and the fingers inside of me curled all over again, making the walls of my sex roll and clench.
“I’m not sure what I like more,” he growled. “You licking and biting me, or the way that your pussy responds to it when you do.”
I wasn’t sure which I liked more either, that was for sure.
“Lean over,” I breathed, tugging on his shirt again.
He hunched his shoulders and dropped his head, allowing me the room to get his shirt off.
He pulled one arm free of the hole, but the other stayed in my pants, meaning the shirt hung heavily from his wrist.
My hands started to explore his chest, fingers ghosting over hardened ridges and swollen bumps that he called abs.
Really, they weren’t anything that I’d ever seen up close and personal before.
Sure, I’d seen him when we were younger, and later at parties and get-togethers where there was a pool. But seeing him from afar and being able to trail my fingertips over his flesh were two totally different things.
“God, the way it feels to have your hands on me,” he said, dropping a kiss to the top of my shoulder. “I’ve wanted nothing but this since we were kids.”
When we were kids, I’d definitely wanted this, too. But now that I was older and wiser, I knew that I was appreciating it a whole lot more.
I reached for the buckle of his jeans, but he bit down lightly on my shoulder, momentarily stunning me into stillness.
“I have a gun at the small of my back,” he said.
I knew what he wanted, and I reached behind him to remove it from his holster.
He licked me from shoulder to neck, causing my hand to waver with the weight of his gun in it.
“Put it on the bed,” he urged.
I clenched on his fingers that were lazily pumping inside of me, leaning over to place it on the corner of the bed that we were now somehow standing next to.
I hadn’t even been aware of us moving out of the doorway, let alone enough that we were now next to the bed.
“Get rid of the jeans next,” he urged.
I wasn’t sure if he meant my jeans or his, so I went back to his.
The belt came off in a flash, and soon the button of his pants came undone.
The rest wasn’t nearly as easy since his pants were stiff, wet, and pulled dangerously tight over the length of his jutting erection.
He growled when I lowered the zipper of his jeans, taking care to do it slowly so that I didn’t inadvertently cause his cock harm.
I had plans for his penis, and they didn’t include administering first aid because I caught the skin of it in the teeth of his zipper.
“Hurry,” he ordered when I took a bit of time trailing my fingers down the seam of his pants, over the press of his balls behind the thick, wet fabric.
I smiled at his urgency, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest before leaning back again and working the wet fabric over his narrow hips.
It really wasn’t his hips that were the problem. It was the thick set of thighs that caught the fabric and held it up.
Eyes meeting his, I stepped away, and he reluctantly let me go, allowing his hot, wet finger to graze directly over my clit when I pulled away.
I gasped, hips jerking.
His smirk nearly did me in as he brought his hand out of my panties and his fingers up to his lips.
Holy. Shit.
He tasted me, licking me clean from his fingers.
Yep, spontaneous combustion was imminent.
I bit the corner of my lip and dropped to my knees, grabbing the wet fabric at his waistband and slowly working the length of them down his thighs.
The tight black underwear that became exposed drove me wild. What was even more enticing was the way his cock was stuffed uncomfortably into the front of them.
Oh, and the way I could see the tip of his cock peeking out from the top of his boxer brief’s waistband.
Just the very tip.
Nothing that should’ve caused my sex to pulse as it did, that was for sure.
He stepped out of his wet jeans then, causing me to sit back and take him in as he did.
The thick muscles of his thighs worked as he stepped from one foot to the other, and I had a moment of realization.
I wanted those thighs bracketing my head as he pumped his cock into my mouth.
Then I wanted him to use the strength in them to help fill me with his cock, over and over again until I screamed.
“I like that look on your face,” he rasped, causing me to look up at him and not stare at the bulge in his boxer briefs.