Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Ford’s lips skim over my neck, sucking on my pulse point, and some part of me desperately hopes he leaves a mark despite how annoying it would be to have to cover it with concealer for work. I want him to mark me, to claim me the way he promised, inside and out. I want to be his.
With one hand, he unclasps my bra, and then his mouth is on me again, nipping and licking sensitive skin. I spiral into a cloud of desire, wrapped up in the sensation of him. I claw at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, needing to feel his skin on mine. He helps, shrugging the shirt off and throwing it to the floor, and my hands drop to his belt. I can already feel the outline of his length, long and hard, straining against the fabric, and my core flutters with anticipation.
With some more fumbling and help from Ford, he’s stripped down to nothing but his underwear, just like me. I drink in the sight of him in nothing but boxers, the carved outlines of the muscles on his chest and abs, the defined shape of his biceps and thighs, every inch of him more mouthwatering than I even imagined. Finally, my eyes catch on his cock, and I reach for him, slipping my hand beneath his waistband. He hisses through his teeth as my fingers stroke him slowly, finding this part of him just as damn perfect as the rest of him. Truly, it’s unfair how hot this man is. I mean, how is a girl supposed to cope?
“Faith,” he pants as I tug his underwear down so his cock springs free. Suddenly, I need to taste him more than I need air, and I shuffle closer to take him in my mouth. “Fuck!”
I’d smile if my mouth weren’t so full, loving the way he reacts to me. He’s so big I struggle to take all of him, but I give it my best shot. He cradles the back of my head, not pushing or controlling, just holding like he can’t bear not to be touching me. I swallow around him, and his jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth together, muscles straining for control. He tugs me away, and I begin to pout at him in protest before he says,
“If you keep going, I’m gonna fill your pretty little throat up instead of your perfect pussy,” he says, and I lose my breath at the filthy words. “Unless you want me to wear a condom.”
“Fuck no,” I answer immediately, then hurry to add, “I’m clean and on birth control. I want you to fill me up.”
Ford curses under his breath and then consumes me with a kiss, sending me spiraling all over again. His hand goes to my underwear, and I expect him to drag them off me, but instead, he fists the fabric at the side and tugs until it rips. I gasp as the ruined panties fall away.
“I’ll buy you a new set,” he murmurs against my lips. Then he touches me, and I can’t find any words to answer him even if I tried.
My breath catches in my lungs as he begins to press into me, filling me inch by inch. I fight to keep my eyes open against the pleasure, wanting to take in the expression on his face and the way his muscles tense and bunch as he loses himself in me.
“Fuck, Faith,” he pants, pleasure straining in his words and sending bolts of ecstasy through me. I love knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me, that this moment of us coming together the first time is as mindblowing for both of us. “You feel fucking incredible.”
I nod in agreement only because I’m too caught up in the feel of him to even attempt to form words. Finally, he’s all the way inside me, and I arch beneath him, silently begging him to move. I reach for him, winding my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to kiss him hungrily.
He swallows my moan as he moves his hips, fucking me in long strokes that wind pleasure tighter and tighter low in my stomach. Of their own accord, my thighs wrap around his hips as I move with him, taking him as deep as I can, wanting everything he can possibly give me.
Bracing his weight on one arm, he skates his hand down my bare skin, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. I gasp and whine against his lips as his touch reaches my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves until I’m on the verge of exploding.
“Ford!” I cry out as bliss bursts through me, and I drown in the wave of an orgasm. Ford groans my name as he follows me over the edge, filling me just like I begged him to.