Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Her hips buck once. “I don’t think—” she says, but my mouth covers hers again, and she instantly melts in my arms.
“If you don’t decide, I’ll decide for us.” I kiss her neck before sucking in skin. “I’m good with fucking you right here, right now.” She unwraps her legs from my waist, sliding them back down to the floor. Putting her hands on my chest, she opens her eyes, and I see they’re a light green with a touch of gray in them. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Sweetheart.” The words come out of my mouth in a flash. “You got two seconds,” I tell her, putting my hand beside her head against the door, and I’m pissed there isn’t a table by the door where I can fuck her.
She puts her hands on my chest, her own chest rising and falling. “Gabriel.”
“I love when you say my name”—I rub my nose on her jaw—“but I love it more when you moan it out.” She grips my shirt in her hands. “I want to hear it again.”
“We can’t,” she tries to say but stops talking when my tongue comes out to trail down her neck as I push her jacket off her. “We shouldn’t,” she objects, letting her jacket fall to her feet, showing me her sweater that falls off her shoulder. There is no bra strap, which makes me squat down just a bit to make sure my cock is level with her pussy before pressing my hips in. “We really, really shouldn’t,” she whispers, her hand tightening even more as she opens herself and lifts one of her legs over my hip.
“But we’re going to.” What little hold I had is gone when she pushes deeper into me. My hands fly to the bottom of her shirt, ripping it over her head, while her hands push my jacket down my arms, falling to the floor around our feet. We lunge for each other. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, moving it up and off me while my hands move to her tits and then my mouth on hers. The kiss is almost violent; it is wet, it is hard, and it is even better than all the other times we’ve kissed. Which was only one night, but the night was spent with my mouth stuck to her. Every single chance I had that night, I made sure my mouth was on her.
“Fuck,” she hisses when I push the top of her black bra down and roll her nipples before bending and sucking one nipple into my mouth. Her hand goes to my belt buckle as mine goes to hers. I have her zipper down and my hand in her pants, sliding past the silk of her panties and finding her soaking wet for me. “Good God,” she mutters while I slip a finger into her, but the restriction of her jeans stops me from finger-fucking her the way I want to. She works the belt buckle open and barely has the zipper down before she slides her hand into my boxers and grips me in her hand. “Yes,” she cheers, but I step out of her reach, and she groans. “Gabriel.”
“I need you naked,” I inform her, sliding my finger out of her, the coolness hitting my very wet digit. Looking into her eyes, I stick the finger into my mouth, licking her from me. “I need more than just a little taste of you.” I drop to my knees, gripping her pants in my hands and moving them down over her hips. I kiss her hips softly before they bunch at her ankles. Lifting her leg gently, I pull off her little bootie and toss it to the side, where the rest of her clothes are going to go. Once it’s off, I pull her pants leg off her before moving it over my shoulder.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” I say, pulling her thong to the side. “Fuck, you are glistening.” I look up at her and see she is watching my every move. “You’re going to watch me eat you.” I lick up her slit as her hips leave the door, and she gets on her tippy-toes. “Watch me make you come with my finger.” My tongue slides into her. “And then I’m going to fuck you against this door.” My tongue slides to her clit, flicking it. “It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be fast.” I slide a finger into her and then another one.
“But the next time, I’m taking my sweet fucking time.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her pussy tightens. “Tell me, Sweetheart”—I pull my fingers out—“how many times did you play with this pussy thinking about me?” Her head moves side to side against the door as she bites her lips. My fingers move slowly in and out of her. “How many times did you make yourself come while thinking of me?” I move my fingers faster. “How many times did this pussy come without me?” I lean in, sucking her clit and then nibbling on it. Her hands go into my hair.