Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
She chokes on my cock, rotating between sucking and stroking, and I'm so close to the edge that I have to tell her to slow down.
“I'm not coming in your mouth, baby.” Grabbing her hand, I help her stand. Once she's steady, I cup her face and smash our mouths together. “Tell me you want this as badly as I do.”
“I was just on my knees for you, Finn.”
“That doesn't answer my question.”
She pulls back, and the corner of her lips tilts up as she stares at me. “I want everything that time allows us to have. So yes, I want you...” Her hand wraps around my length, and I groan.
“Turn around and brace yourself.”
As soon as she does, I line myself between her spread thighs and sink into heaven.
“Christ, you feel so perfect.” As I thrust in and out, her pussy squeezes tighter with each movement.
Oakley gasps, pressing a flat palm to the wall. Between the sound of the water and my racing heart, the only noise that can be heard above them is our loud panting.
“Yes, right there,” she murmurs as I wrap my other hand around her neck.
As our bodies rock and I thumb her clit, I kiss along her jawline.
“So goddamn good, Sunshine. Shit, I wanna go deeper but don't want us to fall on our asses.”
“Grab my hips,” she commands. When I do, she widens her legs and bends at the waist, exposing more of herself to me. She gracefully balances against the wall and my grip. “Don't let go, and we'll be fine.”
Sliding back inside, I nearly roll my eyes to the back of my head as I sink so goddamn deep, I'm afraid I'm hurting her. “You okay?”
“Fuck...yes...don't stop. Keep doing that,” she demands between harsh breaths.
Oakley's body shivers and shakes as I drive hard, seeking her G-spot. I hit it over and over, wrapping an arm around her waist, giving her clit equal attention.
“I'm so close,” she murmurs.
“You take this cock so well. Come all over it.”
And moments later, she squeezes me so goddamn hard, we fall off the edge together.
The water's cold by the time we clean and rinse off. I hand her a towel before drying off and wrapping one around my waist. Though I shouldn't, I can't stop thinking about how she fit herself into my life so quickly.
Fit might be an overstatement, considering the amount of arguing we've done, but I can visualize Oakley here, in my space forever, and that thought scares the shit out of me.
“Are you hungry?” I ask to break the silence.
“Yeah, I think I’ve worked up an appetite.”
I chuckle at her smart-ass comment and lead her to the kitchen. “How about pasta? I have fettuccini and chicken.”
“You can cook?” she asks as if that thought never crossed her mind.
I look over my shoulder before closing the fridge. “Of course, I can cook. I'm thirty-four and live in the middle of nowhere.”
Her eyes widen. “Damn. You are old.”
“Excuse me?” I strut toward her. “You sound like I should be getting the senior citizen discount at the diner. Can you even legally buy alcohol?”
She snorts, bracing herself against the counter as I stand between her parted legs.
“I’ve been buying booze for two years, thank you. And just remember, you’ve chosen to act like a grumpy old man.”
Her smug smile makes me grin.
“Always with that smart mouth.” I grip her hips and close the gap between us, then bury my face in her neck.
“I'm about to prove to you what an old man is capable of doing,” I whisper against her ear. “So I hope you can keep up, City Girl.”
Without warning, I yank her towel knot and watch it fall to the floor. Then I grab under her thighs and lift her. She yelps while clinging to my arms, and I set her down on the counter.
“That's cold!” she hisses.
“You're not going to notice in about five seconds, sweetheart.” I kiss down her throat, then capture one nipple between my teeth and gently suck. I palm her other breast, massaging and flicking her nipple with my thumb.
“Mmm...” Her head falls back with a moan as she grips the edge of the counter to steady herself. She's about to have to hold on for her life.
“Your tits are perfect,” I tell her, tempted to leave my marks all over her skin. I slide my tongue between them, giving both attention.
“That feels so good,” she murmurs as her ragged breaths echo between us.
“Spread your legs for me so I can make you feel really good.” I inch my way down her smooth skin.
Once she does, I step back and take in the view. Oakley on my kitchen counter with her thighs wide open, her bare pussy waiting for my tongue, is a sight to see. The need to taste her is nearly unbearable as my erection pokes against the towel, dying to get back inside her. But that can wait because I need to taste every inch of her first.