Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
The pleasure was intense.
Every nerve in his body was on fire with need. With desire. More water and more brushing had his abs clenching as he fought off what he surely thought would be a seismic eruption. He had never been so turned on—so ready to fuck—than he was now.
“I need you or some . . . thing,” he groaned.
Eloise giggled. She crawled up his chest, smearing his artwork across her body. Kiel would ask her about it later, but right now, he needed to be buried inside of her.
Kiel grabbed her waist, pulling Eloise up for a deep kiss. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth while his hands roamed down along her body towards the tantalizing heat between them. He pulled back and ran his lips along hers again before his hands found their way to her back, sliding across her skin as his lips moved over the smooth contours of her face. He sucked on the lobe of an ear and felt a shiver run through Eloise. His mouth trailed down between them—kissing, licking and sucking its way towards something he craved, but could not articulate with words—wanton passion. He needed a carnal knowledge of her more than earlier. Kiel had never felt this way before. Everything he experienced with Eloise was a first for him.
His hands left trails of reds and blues wherever they touched. They were a mess, and he didn’t care. Neither did Eloise, if the tiny noises she made were a sign. Kiel wanted to touch her.
No, he needed to touch her.
“We have to stop.” There was so much pain in those four words.
Eloise froze and looked at him. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not at all.” He shook his head and held up his hand. “I fucking want you bad, but there’s paint on my hand, and I don’t have a condom.”
Eloise rose and left him outside without saying a word. When she returned, her paint smeared body was a remarkable sight.
“You’re beautiful even when you’re covered in paint.”
“You’re biased because you’re about to get laid.” She handed him a stack of condoms and a pack of wet wipes after taking one out for herself. He held the condoms in his hand as every scenario ran through his mind. “I’m a safety girl,” she told him. “It would be irresponsible of me to invite you over and not be prepared.”
Her response to his unasked question appeased him. Not that he had any say in what she did or how she lived her life. Still, part of him hoped he was the only guy she was messing around with.
Kiel cleaned his hands and got busy slipping the condom over his still prevalent erection. As Eloise straddled him, she reached for his cock and guided it to her. She sank down onto him, her eyes rolling the deeper he went. With her feet next to him and her hands splayed over his abdomen, she lifted herself off his dick. Her head dropped, watching as her body took him in.
Kiel lifted his head and watched his cock disappear into her wet pussy. Eloise moved slowly, taking him in, inch by inch. Kiel swore her pussy grew tighter around his dick, as if it was trying to squeeze him for all he had. He’d give it to her. Every drop if that’s what she wanted.
Eloise threw her head back in pleasure and it pushed Kiel over the edge. He put his hands to work, gripping onto Eloise's hips as he thrust deeper into her with each stroke; both their bodies slapping. She gasped his name, begging for more, and he was happy to oblige. He pummeled into her now. Every hard plunge, bringing them both closer to their impending release.
Kiel pulled her down to him, his hands taking command and exploring her body. She was so damn hot. So fucking sexy with the sighs that escaped from Eloise every time Kiel touched her sensitive clit.
He pulled her forward and kissed her with unbridled passion, swallowing her cries as her orgasm ripped through her. The last thing he wanted was for her aunt or any of her neighbors to hear her cry out. She gasped and whispered his name as he drilled into her, his own release causing him to convulse and shudder. He had never come so hard in his life. Kiel was spent. Exhausted. He laid there with his dick throbbing inside of Eloise’s pussy, which continued to contract.
“Holy shit,” he muttered as he tried to catch his breath. He’d had what he thought was great sex before—but this—what he experienced with Eloise, was something wholly different.
She lay next to him, both covered in paint, a layer of sweat, and basking in sex. Her fingers danced along his chest. He rolled onto this side and their legs intertwined.