Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my lips at his dumbfounded expression as I reached for the pole, doing a fireman spin up to standing again. I threaded through my arms until my back was to the pole, and then I slowly rolled my hips as I stripped my hoodie overhead.
I let it fall to the ground, launching into a V spin before I landed on the ground behind the pole. I brought my legs up in the air, waving them as if I was swimming under water. Then, I propped my hips up in a candlestick pose, grabbing my sweatpants and slowly peeling them off my legs until I flung them across the room, too.
I was in my sports bra and thong now, and the socks on my feet, but with more skin exposed, I was able to launch myself into an invert. I hung by one leg and then the other, tracing my body the entire time as my hair flew around me and I moved slowly and sensually to the beat.
When my feet hit the floor again, I found Holden’s eyes and held them as I did body waves, tilting my chest toward the pole and extending my back leg in a standing split that put my pussy right in his face.
That did it.
He groaned, reaching for me and pulling me into his lap so haphazardly I nearly fell. I laughed as I crashed into him, pressing my hands to his chest even as he fought against me and kissed me, anyway.
“I’m not finished,” I murmured against his lips.
“You’re about to make me finish.”
I laughed as he lifted his hip with me in his lap, using one hand and then the other to slide his sweatpants and briefs down his thighs, over his knees, and down to his ankles. He kicked them off, groaning when I wrapped my hands around his shaft and slowly pumped him as he struggled with the clothes.
He’d no sooner had them kicked to the side when his hand slid down between my legs, friction catching my sensitive bud and making me shake before he roughly shoved my thong to the side. His fingers toyed with my entrance, his other hand coming to the back of my neck and pulling me to his mouth so hard our teeth clashed.
Desire sparked low and warm in my belly at how much he needed me in that moment.
He bit my bottom lip, holding it as he slid one finger inside me. I gasped both at the sensation of his digit and the realization that I was already soaked, aching, ready.
Holden felt it, too, and he moaned his satisfaction before removing his finger and wrapping his fist around his thick shaft. I pressed up onto my knees so he could fit himself at my entrance, and then I sank down, taking him as deep as I could as I sat fully back down in his lap.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips so hard I winced — but I loved that little dig of pain, that little flash of hurt that rode on the tails of my pleasure. He used that impressive grip to lift me all the way up until he almost slipped out of me before he yanked me back down.
I hissed, digging my nails into his shoulder and savoring every last inch of him pressing inside me. That was the last sound I made before he crushed my mouth to him again, and he swallowed every moan I offered him like it was sweet dessert.
My hips rolled against him as he flexed and filled me over and over again, and each time, his pelvis rubbed against my clit and gave me the friction I needed to drive me closer to release. The more that flame tried to catch, the faster I rode, wilder and wilder until I was all but bouncing on his lap as I chased that flickering flame.
“Yes, yes, right there,” I told him, eyes squeezing shut as my orgasm began to catch. My legs went numb, toes curling.
And then, he ripped me off him.
I cried out at the loss, at how fast my climax skittered away from me like a scared animal. But I didn’t have time to process anything before I was flipped over and sitting against the cushion where Holden had just been.
“I was so close,” I whimpered.
He ignored me, dropping to his knees at the edge of the couch. Then, he gripped the tops of my thighs and roughly dragged me toward him until my ass hung off the edge of the couch, my ankles on his shoulders.
And he began to feast.
My vision went black, eyes rolling as his hot tongue lashed my already-sensitive bud. He sucked on it violently, tearing my orgasm back to the surface like he’d physically reached a hand inside my soul and grabbed it by the neck.