Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“Kyle!” If I knew his full government name, I’d use it—middle name and all—but since I don’t, I put the entirety of my ‘what the fuck’ into the one drawn-out syllable of his first name before rushing to explain to Maggie, “He’s kidding.”
The way she’s pressing her lips together and fighting a smile says she doesn’t believe that at all.
Kyle opens the passenger door, both front and back, so that Peanut Butter can hop in and I can climb in too. I cross my arms over my chest, spitting fire at Kyle with my eyes as he walks around the front of the truck. When he gets in, I lay into him fast and hard. “I cannot believe you said that! Maggie is so sweet and you’re like, ‘gotta go fuck, bye,’ as if that’s a perfectly normal thing to do.”
He has the unmitigated audacity to flash that cocky smirk of his. “Technically, I didn’t say anything. I winked. And Maggie’s chill. She doesn’t care about my dick, though she does seem particularly concerned about my heart and the damage you might do to it.”
“Well, I told her I wouldn’t hurt your heart. Your dick, on the other hand? It’s heading for dangerous territory.”
He takes his eyes off the road long enough to give me a heated look, which I return, but it’s not the same kind of heat. Mine threatens body dismemberment. His promises bodily bliss.
“Fuck, I hope so.”
I don’t know how he does it, but by the time he pulls into his driveway, our adversarial flirting has turned to touching and I am ready for all the filthy, sexy things he’s been promising with that dirty mouth of his. So I climb over the console and he throws his seat back. Somehow, at the same time, he also rolls his window down and tells Peanut Butter to go inside. Thankfully, the dog minds for once and jumps out the open window, tearing across the grass toward the house.
I’m in Kyle’s lap, straddling him with my mouth on his. His hands squeeze my hips, knead my ass, and then slip inside my leggings. His rough palms on the overly sensitive skin make me arch into his touch for more, but he freezes, pulling back.
“Have you been commando this whole time?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm, don’t like panty lines in my yoga pants,” I sigh out between kisses.
He groans, shifting beneath me like he’s in pain. The good kind. “Are you telling me that you don’t wear panties with these all the time? Like every day when you’re walking this ass around, delivering food to all those guys, this pussy is free-lipping it?”
He’s squeezing my cheeks harder now, punishingly tight, and I writhe, rubbing my clit on the ridge of his cock behind his zipper. “Yes,” I moan, not seeing what the big deal is. Lots of women don’t wear panties with leggings and yoga pants, especially when it’s hot out. “You like?”
“Take ‘em off, Dani, or I’m gonna rip them.” He growls out the order—or is it a warning, or maybe a promise—as he yanks on the waistband.
His need has gone dark, his eyes fierce, and his touch is branding me. I consider backing away for a split second to do the reasonable thing and pull my pants off, but I don’t. I meet his gaze with fire of my own. “Do it.”
He pokes a finger through the cotton just beside the seam, tearing a hole big enough for him to fuck me through, and runs his fingers through my lips, groaning when he feels how wet I am. He reaches between us with his other hand, clumsily trying to undo his button and zipper, like he’s not willing to stop touching me for even a second. I lift up, giving him space to shove his jeans and underwear down and free his cock.
His tip is right there, a bare inch away, and I drop onto him, impaling myself on him until he’s balls-deep inside me. He throws his head back to the headrest, hissing out something that sounds like ‘heaven’. It’s the first time we’ve been raw, and while I’m protected, it feels dangerous in a thrilling way, like it’s one more barrier he’s busting through in what’s quickly becoming my nonexistent defenses, which were already as thin as my now ripped yoga pants.
Fire and need ignite instantly, and when I move up and down, riding him, it turns into an inferno. It builds fast, both of us desperately and recklessly chasing the high that’s just out of reach. Until it’s not.
“I’m coming,” I grunt, my ass bouncing on Kyle’s thighs as I grip his shoulders, using him for leverage.
“Fuck, me too,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
It’s an additional layer of heaven as I feel the heat that he spills into me. It sends my orgasm even higher, hotter, and I milk him for every drop as he jerks beneath me, holding me tightly as I continue to shatter in his arms.