Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Instead of giving me what I’m silently begging for, he remains in control. “Damn, but you’re so wet. Your cunt is crying for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I groan. It’s the truth. I’ve never been this aroused in my life.
He rubs the length against me before tapping the tip against my clit. That’s all it takes for a gasp to escape from me as sensation ripples throughout my body. Each time he slaps that tiny bundle of nerves with his erection, it pushes me closer to the edge until I’m dancing on it.
Before I can beg him to fuck me, he presses the head against my entrance. The way he continues to take his sweet damn time drives me insane. All I want to do is impale myself on his thick shaft and be done with it already.
He refuses to give me anything more than the tip.
His hips flex as he thrusts with tiny movements. With each piston-like action, my muscles tighten around him. Sweat breaks out across his brow as he clenches his teeth. Just when I think he’ll bury his length inside me and give us what we’re both desperate for, he pulls out.
“Please,” I gasp. “I need more.”
“I know exactly what you need.” With gritted teeth, he buries himself deep inside my heat with one swift stroke.
A scream tears from my mouth at the fullness now seated inside me.
It’s almost too much to bear.
He gives me a moment to adjust, to breathe, before arching his hips and slipping almost all the way out. Just as I’m on the verge of begging for more, he propels back inside until his pelvis can grind against my own. Each time he slides home, a moan escapes from me. The steady rhythm sends me climbing higher until there’s nowhere left to go but down.
“Fuck, sunshine,” he growls as his gaze stays pinned to mine. “There’s no way I’ll last much longer with the way your pussy is strangling my cock.”
The feel of him pummeling me is sheer poetry in motion.
Utter bliss.
It doesn’t take long for a second orgasm to streak through me. I can’t stop the cries that fall from my lips. With a groan, he follows me over.
My body spasms around his, milking every drop from his cock until he gives one last shudder before collapsing on top of me. His warm breath feathers against the delicate hollow of my neck.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so satiated in my life.
What just took place between us is nothing short of earth shattering.
Maverick pulls out and straightens to his full height. He stares at me before slipping the condom off his softening cock and dropping it into the trash can near his desk. As he turns away, the heat of his gaze disappears. That’s all it takes for reality to slam into me full force.
Oh god…
I just slept with the one guy my brother can’t stand.
I need to grab my clothes and get the hell out of here. Plus, it’s doubtful he wants the hookup he brought home hanging around and making things uncomfortable.
Just as I sit up and scoot to the edge of the mattress, he swivels around and grinds to a halt.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I tuck an errant strand of hair behind my ear. I’m sure it’s mussed from his fingers tunneling through it. I probably look like a disaster.
“I was going to take off.”
He shakes his head. “Now, why would you want to do a thing like that when we’re just getting started?”
9
Willow
It’s the bright stream of sunlight filtering in through the window that has me surfacing from a deep sleep full of strange dreams that feature the very sexy Maverick McKinnon. I’m almost reluctant to fully wake and leave them behind.
The moment my eyelids flutter open, I blink and realize that I’m not safely tucked in my own bed.
It’s carefully that I turn my head and stare at the sacked-out male slumbering soundly no more than a foot from where I lay.
A rush of breath escapes from me.
Apparently, those sexy dreams featuring the hot hockey player weren’t fantasies playing out after all. Memories flood my consciousness, and in an instant, the murkiness becomes crystal clear.
My eyes widen as one hand drifts to my mouth to cover it.
While I’ve had boyfriends in the past, this is the first time I’ve gone home with a virtual stranger.
For the first time after having sex, my body feels well loved by a man who understands exactly what he’s doing, teasing out all sorts of pleasure. Most of the guys I’ve been with treat me like I’m made of spun glass that could break if they don’t take the utmost care with me.
Maverick was the complete opposite.
It really is a shame that this was a onetime thing.
I wouldn’t mind experiencing that again.