Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
I fidget a little, starting to really ache for him. “What’s your favorite sex position?”
“Asking me a question you can’t answer back, I see.”
“I never told you my favorite?”
“Nah, it never came up.” He taps the can, thinking. “For the most part, I like giving, so I get off seeing what does you in.”
“There’s nothing that feels better for you?” I ask.
“Think I’d have a harder time finding a position I didn’t like. But if we’re talking about what I picture doing to you, then yeah, I have favorites. It changes with my mood.” He’s eye-fucking me.
I desert my energy drink and lean back on my palms. Hoping he can see that I’m ready. He can have me.
I’m right here.
“I think I have a new fantasy,” I say with shallow breath.
“Yeah?” Smoldering temptations thicken the air.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “It’s for you to do whatever you want to me.”
Donnelly picks himself off the floor. Six-foot-three. He towers—and he’s on the prowl. Being hunted by him is an instant stoke of arousal; the embers burst inside of me. He uncrosses my legs and scoops me up underneath the thighs—hoisting me against his chest.
An aching whimper leaves my parted lips. I clutch the back of his neck. He’s holding me with effortlessness beneath my knees like I’m light as a feather. Even though I’m fully clothed, I’m angled at a perfect position—my heat up against his erection, and I wonder… “You like this position?”
“Not for your first time.” He throws me on the bed.
I land on my soft comforter. Breathless. Holy…fuck. My first time. Is he…is he really going to go all the way with me? Is this happening tonight? I’m not sure if I can handle another psyche out, but I’d understand it if he has a mental block. Don’t expect sex. That’s the best course of action.
Donnelly pulls his tee off his head, chucking it aside. Orion woofs at him from the floor, like he very much approves of his mom and dad taking these sizzling strides towards each other.
I’m just as enthralled with him as he is with me, our eyes canvassing one another with ferocity. Anticipation is at an all-time high again. Twice in one night.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Donnelly is shedding his own pants. He’s fully naked and extremely hard. His erection is a mouth-watering tease, and I have the urge to take him between my lips. I love blowing Donnelly. It always gets me off. But I also crave for him to pilot this spaceship.
Uncharted territory, headed for a brand-new galaxy, here we go.
“Do you…?” I pant, considering what most guys would probably desire next. “Do you want me on your lap?”
“I want you on your back.” He captures my ankle, yanking me down towards the edge of the bed. My breath ejects. “To start.”
To start!
Yes, yes. Please let this last forever. He’s sliding my sweatpants down my hips and thighs with a more aggressive sensualness than usual. His movements have always been seductive, but he’s not at an agonizingly unhurried speed.
He’s untamed. His possessive, starved hands tear the fabric off my ankles. He immediately goes for my lime-green thong, and I tremble as my need mounts.
“Donnelly,” I moan as his lips track down my abdomen while he rips the thong off my legs and feet. OhmyGod. He’s kissing the inside of my thigh. He’s kissing right outside my pussy. I’m unbelievably aroused from the torment of the pool table session and now this.
He licks between my slit, and my legs jerk in pleasure. I cry out when he sucks my clit, then he rises off me. He rests a knee on the edge of the mattress and pulls the AC/DC tee off my body—then he plunges his tongue in my mouth. He’s a world-renowned kisser. I bestow him every accolade Thebula can offer.
I love how fiercely he clutches my face when he kisses me. He guides my tongue with his into a sweltering dance, and I would twirl around with him forever, if I could.
Breaking apart, I catch my breath.
“I’m not gonna wear a condom unless you want me to,” he tells me.
This is really happening!!!
“No condom,” I rasp.
He grins, but the haze of his arousal overtakes it. I’m lying on my back, completely bare. I watch him soak up the lines of my feminine form, my perked nipples and my hipbones.
Both of his knees are on the bed now. He’s kneeling. His muscles so contracted, I wonder if he’s resisting or if he’s just so turned-on that he needs to flex to keep from coming.
He grips his erect shaft. “You ready for your first nightly fucking?” he asks, voice husky.
I can’t even respond in actual words. A whimpering noise leaves my body. Yes, please. Don’t slow down. He does slightly drop speed. To torment me.