Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
He hadn’t even gotten to the good part, and I was already realizing that I was lacking in the sex department.
I’d had four boyfriends before, and three of those I’d had sex with. I’d also had a one-night stand that had been my one and only trip into sex without getting my heart involved.
So I had four people to compare Wake to and knew that I would forever compare him to the rest. They would all never be able to live up, because Wake literally knocked the bar so high that I couldn’t even see it.
His sexy talk. His promise of a good hard fucking. His kisses. His two licks.
His… oh sweet, baby Jesus.
He didn’t waste time after that.
He thrust his fingers in deep, so deep, that I squeaked.
His tongue circled my clit and all but pulled it off my body with the suction from his mouth.
And then he pressed on my lower stomach with the other hand.
All three alone wouldn’t have done it. But all three at the same time?
That was my first orgasm by Wake Westfield.
I screamed his name so loudly that my throat ached.
CHAPTER 13
That moment when someone tells you a secret you already know, but you have to act surprised…
-Text from Dutch to Wake
WAKE
“Holy fuck,” I growled, feeling her pussy ripple for a second time around my fingertips.
I was so hard that I was about to burst.
Having her so close, tasting her, smelling her. It was a perfect storm.
I got off my knees, my cock dragging along the sheets of the bed as I did and crawled between her splayed thighs.
Hooking her around the waist, I dragged her farther up the bed, then pressed my bare cock against her entrance.
She was wet. Smooth. Silky.
“Mine.” I thrust inside of her, one smooth, hard, long stroke that filled her up completely.
Even still, some of my length wasn’t inside of her.
But that would come with time.
That was why I’d opened her up so completely. Why I’d gotten her ready to accept me.
I was big.
Much bigger than I was sure she was used to.
“Holy fuck,” she breathed, echoing my earlier words. “You’re big.”
“You’re small,” I agreed.
“No,” she denied. “I’m above average for a woman in height. I’m over two hundred pounds after a holiday, and just under when I’m being good. I wear a size eleven shoe. I’m fairly sure it has nothing to do with my vagina and everything to do with your penis.”
Her words would’ve made me smile had I not been trying to focus on not coming.
It took me thirty seconds of soft thrusting to realize that no matter what I thought about, I wasn’t going to forget that my dick felt like it was being hugged by a goddamn silk-lined glove. Each contraction and flutter of her pussy had my eyes nearly crossing.
“I really hope that you’ll give me a second chance,” I choked. “Because this is about to be over quick.”
She laughed, and that was enough to send me over the top.
The release that I’d held inside by sheer force of will exploded outward in a spectacular burst that filled her up so completely that it started to leak out the sides.
I cursed and bent my neck, capturing her nipple into my mouth and giving it a harsh suck.
She squeaked, which caused another spectacular contraction of her pussy around my cock, and I realized that despite my age, I was going to need no recovery time.
I cursed as I started to move again, slowly filling her completely full again. Over and over, the smallest thrusts that barely pulled me out of her just to push right back inside.
She arched, and I held on to her nipple with my teeth, just tight enough that she didn’t know which way to go.
The way my cock was filling her told her to go one way, but my hold on her nipple forced her to go another.
“Oh, no,” she whispered. “No, no, no.”
She was twisting her hips this way and that, trying to get me to move where she wanted me.
“God, Wake,” she whispered. “I need more.”
I knew exactly what she needed.
I just didn’t want to give it to her yet.
I’d had women.
Lots of them.
But Dutch was, by far, the best one I’d had.
She was soft and supple, padding my hard planes with soft curves.
Her breasts were perfectly plump, fitting my hands to overflowing.
One was cupping her tit perfectly, framing her nipple so that I could still have access to it with my mouth. The other hand was positioned so that the nipple fit between two of my knuckles.
Just when she tried to arch again, I squeezed that nipple between my knuckles, while the other I pinched with my thumb and forefinger.
She squealed, her body bucking, and then she was falling over the precipice all over again.
Before, I’d thought her coming was the most beautiful thing in the world.