Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Mabel Jane Buckley, you were fucking perfect.”
Dragging myself up to a seated position, I braced my hands behind me. “You did it.”
His grin was satisfied. His mouth still wet. “Cupcake, I’m just getting started.” Wrapping his hands around my ankles, he untied the ribbons on my shoes—with his teeth. Then he stood up and removed the heels from my feet, dropping them to the floor. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I don’t think I could if I tried. Not that I would try.”
He disappeared inside the bathroom and came out a moment later, tossing a condom on the nightstand before unbuckling his belt.
“Wait!” Regaining the use of my muscles, I jumped off the bed. Chances were good I might never get to undress another man with a body like his. I wanted to unwrap him like a candy bar. “Let me do it.”
He laughed as I took off his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed it from his shoulders, my heart thumping harder with every article of clothing removed, every inch of bare skin revealed. He grabbed his undershirt from the back of the neck and whipped it over his head, revealing an upper body that rivaled any work of Italian art.
“Holy shit.” I ran my hands over the muscles in his chest, the sculpted ridges of his abs, the curving bulges of his shoulders and biceps. His skin was warm and smooth. Without my platform heels on, I was a lot shorter than him—the top of my head would have fit neatly beneath his chin. I looked up at him. “Are you even real?”
His smile riled me up all over again. “Only one way to find out.”
I quickly undid his pants and slipped my hand inside them, wrapping my fingers around his hot, hard cock. As I worked my hand up and down its length, I pressed my lips to his chest, teasing one nipple with my tongue. His cock thickened in my grip and he groaned, moving a hand between my thighs, where I was still warm and wet from his mouth. Soon he was thrusting into my fist.
“Jesus. I need to get inside you.” Stepping back from me, he ditched the rest of his clothes, pulled back the covers, and swooped me into his arms again. He lay me down with my head on the pillow this time and reached for the condom. Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled it on while I watched, realizing he was without a doubt the biggest guy I’d ever been with and hoping it wouldn’t hurt so much that I couldn’t enjoy it.
But even if I didn’t have another orgasm, I’d had one, and that was something. If I had to fake a second or even a third, I could.
I shouldn’t have worried.
A moment later, Joe was kneeling between my thighs, stroking my clit with the tip of his cock. Despite his obvious excitement, he didn’t rush. My entire body was trembling with desire, with anticipation, with heat. In the light from the lamp, his skin was golden, his muscles a masterpiece of line and shadow. And his face—my God, that face. He probably left the light on all the time when he had sex just to remind women how lucky they were.
By the time he began to ease inside me, I was ready to beg for it. I grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. “Joe. Please.”
“Please what?” he asked.
“Give me more. Give me everything.”
He slid in deep, with a long, slow groan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I couldn’t speak—I held my breath as he stretched and filled me, willing my body to relax. I turned my face to the side because I didn’t want him to see any pain there.
“Breathe,” he whispered at my temple. “I’ll go slow.”
I closed my eyes. Colors danced behind my lids as he flexed his hips, his athletic body moving in slow, sinuous strokes that allowed me to feel every inch as a new sensation.
He was the biggest guy I’d ever been with, but he was also the most controlled, the most patient. I could sense the restraint in his muscles as he held himself back, making sure I was okay. Eventually, the tightness in my muscles eased, and my hips began to lift in tandem with his. I moved my hands to his ass and gripped his flesh.
Groaning, he began to move faster, thrust harder, drive deeper.
I buried my face in his chest and inhaled his scent—beneath the cologne there was something masculine that was just him, and it made me want to pull him closer. I dug my nails into his skin and my heels into the backs of his thighs.
That’s when he started circling his hips with his cock buried deep, grinding his pelvic bone against me in a way that had my entire lower body humming like a live wire. It was the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. Was this some kind of trick? Was there an internal switch he’d managed to flip? Was I actually going to have an orgasm during sex?