Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
The dark, bad part of me wanted to ruin sex with other guys for her, for it to be all downhill after me. Was that possible? The thought made me pull her closer, urging her to rock her hips and feel the sensation of my dick between her legs, even with clothes in our way.
“Ride me.” I hadn’t meant for it to sound like a demand, but like a dutiful student, she followed my order.
Oh, fuck.
One hesitant move of her hips wiped everything from my mind. She swiveled again, dragging the center seam of her shorts along my zipper—and my rapidly hardening dick—and the sensation felt so much better than I expected. The grind of her body against mine . . . fuck. Each move she made was a torturous, pleasure-filled stroke.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and the curtains of rain closed around the car. It meant it was just us. No one who drove by would see the way the car rocked as Sydney dry-humped me, or how desire began to twist through her face.
I wasn’t the only one who liked how it felt. I’d bet she liked it a hell of a lot more, judging by her hooded eyes and ragged breath.
Blood rushed loudly in my ears when she clasped her hands on the sides of my face and gripped me tightly. Was she worried I’d turn my head and break the connection of her intense gaze?
No. Not a chance.
Every inch of this girl seemed to be filled with lust.
“Yes,” I said in a low voice. I slid a hand down and gripped a handful of her ass, guiding her to rock faster. “That’s a good girl.”
The phrase had spilled from my mouth without thought, and she jolted, but I didn’t get the sense it was a turn-off. I’d only caught her by surprise, and it caused her to pick up the pace.
I was rock hard now, which was unreal. We were fully clothed, but the back-and-forth glide of her body had me moving in time with her, nudging and rubbing and grinding right where my dick wanted to drive into her.
A whimper of pleasure leaked from her mouth, and at the sound, I lurched forward. My mouth crashed into hers, and I jammed my tongue inside, wanting to fuck her right now in all the ways that weren’t actually sex.
There was a powerful craving building in me, sharp and disorienting. I wanted her, and maybe more than I’d ever wanted someone in my life. I needed my fingers inside her, my mouth on her tits, my tongue teasing her little clit. I was anxious to make her come in a bunch of different ways—not just from my dick.
And I wanted to know what her orgasms sounded like. If she’d quiver as she hit her climax, or if I could get her to scream.
As she kept up her urgent pace, my mouth and hands ventured to new places. My lips ghosted kisses against the side of her neck, my hands stroked down her bare thighs, and I cracked a smile when I felt goosebumps lift on her skin.
God, I fucking loved this position. It gave her control and gave me easy access to her tits. I inched a hand under the hem of her shirt and moved it up until my palm was on the warm skin of her stomach. It was clear what I intended to do, but she didn’t slow the rhythm of her hips. Maybe she was too greedy or focused on how good it felt.
My gaze slid up to her face, only to discover her eyes were shut.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her eyes fluttered open and were hazy.
I skated my fingertips in a line up her stomach, carrying her shirt up on my forearm. “If I go too fast,” my tone was heavy and seductive, “or I do something you don’t like, you tell me.”
She nodded quickly, far more focused on what we were doing than my words. My fingers ceased moving when they reached the center of her chest and the edge of fabric covering her tits. I lingered there, waiting for her to acknowledge how serious I was.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Same for you.”
“What?”
“You have to tell me if I move too fast or do something you don’t like.”
I held in a laugh, but just barely. “Not possible. I like everything.”
My fingers resumed moving, sliding across the bare skin just at the edge of her bra, teasing her until neither of us seemed to be able to stand it any longer. Finally, I trailed my touch down over the satin fabric and closed my hand around her breast, gently gripping her. She arched her back in response and made a sexy sound of contentment.
It was so hot, I wanted to see all of it. “Take off your shirt.”