Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
When I raise my face, I say, “Guess Jane didn’t work.”
She blinks, barely focusing. “What?”
“The plant. It didn’t make me forget these at all,” I say, then pinch a nipple.
“Yeah?”
“Not. One. Bit,” I say, and I let go so I can unzip her pesky jeans. She helps me along, lifting her hips so I can scoot down the denim to her thighs.
And…I groan salaciously. “Jesus. They match,” I say stupidly, but how could anyone expect me to think un-stupidly right now?
Her panties are pink lace and absolutely soaked. “I can’t believe I never knew you wore lingerie like this all this time,” I say, but then I replay that comment.
Of course I never knew what panties she wore. We’ve been friends for over a decade. This is the first time we’ve engaged in un-friend behavior.
Maybe we do need to make rules before we cross the next line. “Rachel,” I say, seriously.
She goes stock-still. “Yes?”
“Are you sure about this? I mean, we’re still friends after. I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” I say.
She growls at me. “Don’t ruin the moment. Just fuck me. Please just fuck me. Can I make it any more clear?” she demands, and there she is again. Bold Rachel. I like all Rachels, but I do like this forward side of her in bed.
A lot.
“No, but maybe I can,” I say, then finish stripping off her jeans and her panties as she watches me with avid eyes. “Since I’m gonna fuck the last shreds of doubt right out of you.” I take her hands, bring them to the button on my jeans. “Take out my cock.”
Then her hands are eagerly sliding down the zipper, pushing my jeans down, right along with my boxer briefs.
My dick springs free and is so fucking happy to see her.
And yeah, maybe I did want her to walk in on me last night. Because of this.
Her reaction. The wide eyes. The parted lips. The moment when her mind asks the question.
The thing is—I’m a big guy. I’m supposed to be big to do my job well. For whatever reason—call it luck, good fortune, or just proportionalism at play—I was blessed with size everywhere.
She gulps. “Will it…fit?”
That’s so fucking hot to hear her say.
But it’ll be even more fun for her to find out. I take her hand, wrap it around my shaft. “That depends, Sunshine,” I murmur, then I sigh happily as she fondles me. Up, down, then over the head.
“On what?” she asks, trance-like, on an upstroke.
“How wet you are. And if I’ve got you worked up enough to take me all the way,” I say, then slide a hand between her thighs, gliding my fingers through all that slick wetness. Mmm. Yes. She’s silky and hot, but I need to get her even wetter. Drive her wild. She lets go of my dick, lifting her hips for me as she grips my shoulders.
That’s it. That’s the way to find out.
I stroke her eager clit till she’s moaning and arching on the counter, offering me her wet pussy.
Just to be sure though…
I slide a finger inside her and she gasps. I crook it, then draw a delicious circle on her clit with my thumb as I stroke inside and out. I add another finger. She’s soaked. Then I nip her earlobe. “What do you think, Sunshine? Think my cock will fit now?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you could give me a lesson in size as you fuck me,” she says, biting her lip.
I go up in flames. “You are a fast learner,” I say as I ease out my fingers, then bring them to my lips, sucking off her taste. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”
“And you’re dirty,” she says, her lips curving up.
“I think you like my kind of dirty.” I grab a condom from my wallet, then toss the billfold onto the counter. As I open the foil, I play the part of gentleman for a second, asking, “Want me to fuck you on your bed? Will that be easier?”
The woman knows her mind since she shakes her head adamantly. “I’ve never been fucked on a kitchen counter,” she says in a whisper full of wicked delight.
My cock throbs as I cover it, eager to give her a first. I tug her closer to the edge of the counter, keeping the apron under her bare skin. I line myself up and rub the head against her slick heat. She can’t seem to tear her gaze away from the place where we meet. Her eyes are locked on us.
“You like that? The way we look when we’re about to fuck?”
“I do.”
I take my time. Pushing in just an inch or two.
Her hands shoot out, grabbing my shoulders.
“Does it hurt?”
She winces as she nods. “But I like it.”
My brow furrows. “You sure?”
She digs her nails into me. “Yes. Give me more.”