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)
An evil grin burned across my face. “When’d you buy that?”
Her eyes met mine, only to dart away. “I stopped on my way over here.”
I pictured her standing in the aisle at the drugstore, staring at the different options, and imagined her face turning red. Fuck, she’d probably looked so sexy. My fingers inched down her zipper, tooth by tooth, and all the blood in my body migrated south, swelling beneath my fly. “Did you feel like a bad girl buying them?” I asked. “Did it turn you on?”
She exhaled softly. “Yes.”
I made a sound of satisfaction and gripped the sides of her shorts, tugging them down. It caused her to kick off her flip flops, so she was barefoot, and she raised her knees to her chest, allowing me to work the denim over her hips. Off her shorts came, and I dropped them onto the driver’s seat with a soft thump.
Her underwear was a dark green and cut low, and my dick flexed, straining against my zipper. I hadn’t always liked foreplay, but I’d come a long way since high school, and now I fucking loved it.
Too bad there wasn’t much time for it today.
Not in this hot, cramped car where my knees were uncomfortable on the scratchy floor mat, and not when she was spread out beneath me, wearing an expression that begged me to move faster.
It seemed so unlikely anyone would see us, but I glanced out the windows anyway and checked that the coast was clear. It was, so I reached a hand behind my back, grabbed a fistful of my t-shirt, and yanked it off, adding it to the pile on the driver’s seat.
The car was still running, and the air conditioning was on, and even though I wasn’t hot yet, I knew it was inevitable. Every lesson with her had been more scorching than the last. I grasped the headrest behind her head, leaned down, and set my mouth on hers.
Her palms were warm as they moved across my chest and glided down my arms. Since I was already supporting myself with them, I didn’t have to flex my biceps to show off how toned they were. She could feel the hard muscle I’d developed after months of training at the gym, and a sense of pride expanded inside me.
As we kissed, I liked the way her hands explored. Hesitant at first, and then they grew bolder. They coasted down my back and onto my ass, before sliding around toward the front.
It was unreal how quickly she turned me on. By the time she cupped me through my shorts, I was already hard, and I pushed my hips forward, urging her to give me more pressure.
She found the outline of my dick and smoothed her palm down it, giving me a hit of pleasure that was more than enough to break the restraint I’d put on myself. I hadn’t wanted to move too fast, not just because of her past, but because it was only her second time.
But that plan went out the window as she rubbed my dick through my shorts.
I straightened onto one arm and shoved a hand under her shirt, forcing it up until her plain white bra came into view. And then I hooked a finger into one of the cups and jerked it down. Her tight nipple was a dusky pink, and as soon as it was exposed, I swooped down and closed my lips around it.
“Oh,” she murmured.
When I bit down, she flinched and bucked, but it was clear it was only with surprise and not pain. The grind of her hand against my cock got stronger, making me want to escalate, too. I needed her fist wrapped around me, or my fingers inside her, or my mouth on hers, or . . .
I just fucking needed so badly, I couldn’t focus on anything. I flicked my tongue over her hardened nipple, and the smell of whatever fruity lotion or perfume she was wearing invaded my senses.
It made me fucking drunk with desire, and it wasn’t until she tried to undo my shorts that I was able to bring myself back online. I straightened, nearly banging my head on the ceiling, and focused on my zipper. It took no time for me to get my shorts off, and as they dropped to a puddle around my knees, my dick fell heavy onto the front of her green panties.
There was no filter left inside me. It had been burned up by how hot she was. “Take off your shirt.” I wanted it to be a request, but it came out sounding like a demand. “Show me your tits.”
Her throat bobbed with a thick swallow. The seat was nearly flat, and she was lying down, which meant if anyone came outside, they wouldn’t see if she got topless. Hell, they wouldn’t see her at all—her body was below the windows.