Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Crew lazily drops his head against the back of the chair, his eyes hooded, tongue trailing over his lips as he huffs in agonizing provocation. His hands come around, gripping and squeezing my ass, and for a split second, his eyes clamp closed.
And then he yanks me up and sets me down… right over his erection.
I fall forward on a gasp, clutching the chair with shaky fingers.
My pussy walls flex at the feel of him beneath me, and it cries, soaking the thin layer, keeping me from dirtying up his bottoms.
“Crew, I—”
He grinds my center into him, my breath lodging in my throat, my body shaking.
“Fuck me, baby,” he rasps, tucking my hair behind my ear and drawing my lips to his. “Close your eyes and ride me like I’m inside you. Feel the length of me slide over this pussy, press on your clit, and pretend it is.” His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I cry out, sending a deep rumble through him. “Use my body and make yours shake. Come for me, Sweets. Come all over my lap.”
“Holy shit,” I wheeze, and with the encouragement of his hands on my hips, I slide over him.
Slow and timid at first, and then harder, faster, but not too fast.
Like riding a mechanical bull, I sway forward, right over his hardness, and back, pressing down more and more, searching for that friction, and my god, do I find it.
I do as he said, close my eyes, use the little bit of porn knowledge I can conjure up, and imagine.
I picture his dick, long and thick and silky, at least that’s how it feels, glistening as it slides in and out, burying deep between my legs as I grind against him.
A shudder shoots down my spine and his hands come up, pressing at the hollow of my back and drawing me closer until there’s no space between us. I bury my face in his neck, and when he tips his head a little, I taste the skin there.
His cock twitches beneath me, and I press into it, dancing over it.
My clit throbs, the friction setting me on fire, and I start to shake.
“There you go, Sweets.” His voice is rough, clipped, and I swear his hips lift the slightest bit. “So fucking close.”
I roll into him, keeping his length rubbing along my clit. His muscles tense beneath me, and I do as he did, nipping at his neck.
A shallow breath hisses past his lips, and I grin against him, but I’m peaking, so close to coming. On Crew. Over his dick.
Because of his dick.
I thread my hands into his hair and pull, inadvertently pressing his face into my chest as I whimper into the air around us.
His fingers dig into my flesh, and I welcome the sting, welcome the burn as my body heats to an unexplainable level.
It’s almost too much, the deep ache building, tightening my muscles to the point of pain. Heat threatens to burn up my insides like never before.
He must sense it, feel it, I don’t know, because his head darts up and he delves into my mouth once more. He kisses me fiercely, fucking my mouth with a ferocity that can’t be matched.
Could never be rivaled.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth, flicking his tongue across it, pressing his hips up into mine. “Come for me.”
I whimper, every nerve ending in my body quaking, my lungs denying me the full breath I desperately need. “I can’t—”
“You can. You will.”
Eyes clamped shut, I reach for his hand, and at first, he holds it still, but when he realizes I’m tugging, he relents and lets go.
Pulling back, with quite possibly literal stars in my eyes, I meet his. They’re dark and dilated, and when I lead him to the thin layer of panties at my center, they grow even darker.
“You need my help, Sweets?” he rasps, gliding his nose along mine. “Want me to bury my fingers inside you and make you cry into my mouth?”
My thighs clench around him, and I nod. “Please.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” His lips part, gaze holding mine as he slips beyond the cotton, and I lift my hips the slightest bit, my clit rebuffing, but then Crew’s long, lean finger finds my opening, and slowly, one sinks inside.
Crew groans, his dick impossibly hard beneath me. “So fucking tight.”
My body shatters instantly, and he presses in more, slowly moving out an inch, all to press in deeper. I lurch forward, my chest slamming into his, my mouth aligned with his own. “You’re squeezing me, over and fucking over.” His chin falls to his chest. “Fuck, let’s see how well you take one more.”
My body stretches for him, the pressure divine, as are the delicate swirls his finger makes moving around a bit, keeping them inside until my walls stop spasming, then slowly, he eases out.