Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
So, I did.
And when I did, I allowed myself to look my fill as his cock stood stiff and ready exactly where I’d left it.
There was no leaning to the side or sagging for him. No, Lock’s cock was so hard and stiff that it didn’t even bob. It stayed exactly where I’d left it, so hot and rigid that it practically invited me to lick it.
I would have, too.
Except he didn’t stay asleep.
It wasn’t until he woke, his throaty groan making my thighs clench, that I realized why I wanted him to stay asleep.
If he was asleep, I was in charge.
The moment he woke, though?
Yeah, power definitely switched to Lock’s favor.
It took him all of two seconds to comprehend what was going on.
One second, he was on his back, my hand on his cock, and the next I was on my back, and Lock was sucking one of my nipples between his lips.
My eyes nearly rolled back into my head when I felt the delicious tug on the sensitive peak.
“Spread your legs wider, baby,” he ordered when I momentarily lost focus on what I was doing.
I did, and his hips fell in between mine—right where they were always meant to be.
Then he was slowly working his hard cock inside of my pussy, filling me full while not taking his usual care as he pushed inside of me.
That was when I realized that all control that Lock usually held onto with iron-clad control was gone.
I’d made him lose it, and I wasn’t sorry in the least.
“Let me in,” he growled, pushing harder.
I repositioned my hips, then tilted them up slightly.
He took it as the invitation it was and slowly forged inside of me.
I moaned at the sweet, burning stretch that always seemed to take my breath away, no matter how many times we did it.
Just when I thought that the pressure would be too much, he’d pull back, giving me a few seconds to adjust before he was forging ahead again, taking an inch farther each time.
It wasn’t long before he was buried deep—as deep as he could possibly go.
“Fuck,” he breathed, dropping his forehead to mine. “You’re so tight.”
I dragged my nails against the length of his back, causing him to hiss.
“Again,” he ordered, pulling slightly out before slamming back inside.
I did it again, and again, and again.
Soon I was too mindless, though, too wrapped up in what I was feeling to truly follow any orders.
All I was focused on was the way that he made me feel. The way that my body felt like it was flying toward a place that only Lock could ever bring me to.
And then, I was flying.
Sparks started at the edges of my vision, and soon it wasn’t just a spark, but a blistering inferno of an explosion that rocked me to my core.
“Christ,” he gasped, feeling the way my pussy clamped down on his invading cock.
My hands clenched down on his bulging biceps, trying to find purchase when there was none to be had.
The orgasm that had exploded to life inside of me wouldn’t be tamed. Couldn’t be controlled.
Lights danced in my vision. My breathing hitched. And my toes curled.
Lock’s body went taut and he groaned.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, coming up onto his knees so abruptly that I froze.
His hand furiously wrapped around his stiff length. The wet sound of his hand moving up and down the length of himself had me looking down, watching and waiting.
Then I felt the hot splash of his cum on my body.
The first spurt that left his cock went the farthest.
The splash came all the way up to my neck.
The second didn’t go quite as far, but nearly, decorating my collarbone.
The third covered my left breast.
And the fourth and fifth he aimed down at my pussy.
The hot wetness hit my clit, causing my body to jolt.
“Jesus,” he breathed, going back onto his haunches and staring down at me as if I’d just pulled the rug out from under him. “What the hell was that?”
I watched him hold onto his cock loosely, slowly working himself down from the wild ride we’d just had.
Taking my finger, I swiped up the wetness that was slowly sliding down my neck, brought it to my lips, and tasted him.
He cursed, his hand tightening on his cock.
But before he could lean forward like I knew he was about to do, his alarm went off.
He stared at it as if he didn’t know what to do with it.
I laughed, leaned over, and turned it off.
Then I reached for the lamp.
When I rolled back to my back, staring up at him, it was with him still in the same position as before.
I batted my eyes at him innocently.
“What was that?” he repeated again.
I swiped up the splash near my collarbone, and took that into my mouth, too, wrapping my tongue around my finger and licking every last drop of it off of my digit.