Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Cara—,” he starts, but I cut him off, my lips crashing into his.
It’s not a hesitant kiss from an insecure girl. It’s bold, demanding, and fueled by the intense emotions swirling inside me. It’s filled with gratitude, desire, and a lustful need.
I slide my hands into his hair as he kisses me back, matching my intensity while his strong hands squeeze my waist and pull me closer. His mouth is so warm and inviting. He’s a good kisser. I could do this all night.
The kiss deepens, slowing as if he’s savoring every second. One of his hands slides up my back, his fingers threading into my hair, while the other stays firm on my waist, holding me possessively like I might disappear if he lets go.
When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless, his forehead resting lightly against mine. His eyes are dark and full of something erotic that sends a shiver tingling down my spine.
The warmth in my chest travels between my legs, making my pussy ache with need. I’ve never felt this way before—so wanted, so desirable, so beautiful.
For the first time in forever, I don’t feel like I need to apologize for who I am or what I look like. Graham has made me feel like I’m perfect just the way I am.
A fierce need to make him feel good takes over and my fingertips begin to tingle. My mouth waters as I feel his erection pressing against my thigh. He groans as I push into it, feeling his hardness.
“What time is our reservation?” I ask before kissing him again, soft and gentle on his sexy lips.
“Six thirty,” he says, his strong hands holding me against him.
“We’re going to be late,” I say as I lick his taste off my lips, my mouth watering.
He grins as he stares at my mouth. “I don’t fucking care.”
“Good,” I say as I drop to my knees in front of him. “Because I need a few more minutes.”
I know this part isn’t normally at the beginning of a date, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I need him now.
He drops the back of his head against the wall and groans as I grab a hold of his belt. With my heart pounding, I yank it out.
My hands are trembling, but it’s not nerves—it’s anticipation. It’s excitement. Graham’s head is still tipped back against the wall, his big chest rising and falling with each labored breath. When he looks down at me, his dark possessive eyes lock onto mine and the intensity in his gaze steals my breath away.
“You’re killing me, girl,” he says, his voice rough and hoarse.
My body throbs as I pull down the zipper. I want to give him this. I want to see him come undone because of me.
His cock looks so long and hard in his jeans. It can’t possibly be that big…
I let his jeans fall to his ankles and suck in a sharp breath when I see the massive outline of his erection jutting out against his black boxer briefs. Good lord…
His breath hitches when I slide my flat palm up his thick shaft, feeling it over the thin barrier of his briefs.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, his whole body shuddering. I feel a surge of confidence blooming inside me. He’s so undone already and I haven’t even started.
I wet my lips as I slide my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pull it down. His body is so chiseled. It’s pure muscle. I salivate at the sexy sight of his dark-trimmed pubic hair on his hard pelvis. His underwear gets snagged on his cock, so I give it a little tug, letting it spring free.
“Oh,” I gasp when I see it towering in front of my face. His cock is massive. It’s beautiful.
I stare at it in awe, my pussy pulsing with heat at the sight of that long thick shaft and big round head. A bead of pre-cum is already leaking out, making my pulse race with excitement. I want to feel him cumming in my mouth. I want to hear his sexy groans as I take him in deep.
I pull his underwear down his muscular thighs as I take in the stunning view, his big proud throbbing cock standing straight up with two full masculine balls swaying below.
He’s so turned on. He’s so hard. For me. This is all for me.
“Open your shirt,” I say in a throaty voice as I reach for his cock.
He quickly starts unbuttoning but then freezes when I wrap my hand around his warm rigid shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I squeeze it hard.
“Keep unbuttoning,” I beg as I rise onto my knees. I desperately want to see his hard shredded stomach while I suck him off.
A low growl slips past his lips as he flicks open the last button. It’s a sexy primal sound that makes heat coil in my belly. It makes me feel powerful, beautiful, and utterly in control. He pulls open his shirt, revealing a perfect six-pack and a massive chest. My free hand is immediately on it, sliding up his deep ridges as I begin to stroke his cock.