Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
When he set me on the bed, I felt a powerful mix of arousal and contentment. His words had reassured me that his was real for him, too.
He hastily pulled my shirt off over my head and I unbuttoned my jeans, my core aching for him. When he pulled off his own shirt and came toward me with a predatory gleam in his eye, I slid my panties down to mid-thigh. He grabbed them with one big hand and pulled them the rest of the way off, tossing them behind him and burying his face between my thighs.
Holy hell. His tongue was magic, teasing lightly one second and dipping inside me the next. When he finally reached my clit, I moaned and circled my hips, the friction bringing me close to coming.
He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, circling it and then flattening his tongue on it, and I came apart. As I cried out and arched my back, he kept exactly the right amount of pressure on it to draw out my orgasm.
When he pulled away, I breathed out as I dropped back onto the bed, giving him a lazy grin. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Oh, you want more?”
He pushed my knees apart and put his face back between my thighs. I screeched and tried to close my legs, laughing.
“No! It’s too sensitive!”
“Should have thought of that before you asked if that was all I’ve got,” he said, licking my clit.
“You’ll kill me! Stop!” I tried to push his head away, laughing uncontrollably now. “I meant sex. Get your pants off and fuck me, Barrett.”
He lifted his head and met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “Say please like a good girl or I’ll go back to what I was doing.”
“Please,” I said softly.
“Please what?”
I hesitated. I’d never been with a man like Ford. Usually it was silence, some grunting, and maybe a groan or two.
“Please fuck me,” I said, my nipples hardening for round two already.
“You want my cock?” he asked as he stood and took his pants off.
“Yes.”
I marveled at his broad, powerful chest and ripped abs, letting my gaze trail down to the V shape created by his cut hips and then his erection, which made my breath catch. My favorite part of him was his eyes, which were swimming with desire and focused completely on me.
He unwrapped a condom and rolled it on, then returned to bed and kissed me, his expression a mix of tenderness and lust.
When he pushed inside me, I gasped, rolling my hips to take more of him. He filled me completely, his body made to please mine.
“Elle,” he said as he pumped his hips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I wasn’t falling for his man—I’d already fallen. Everything felt right when we were together.
He slowed slightly and I sank my fingers into his ass cheeks, urging him on.
“Harder,” I said breathlessly. “Faster.”
“Babe, I need”
“Show me what gets you off,” I said. “You already got me off. I want this to be for you. Show me how hard and fast you really like it.”
A small groan escaped him as he buried himself deep inside me with a hard thrust. He rocked his hips into mine and I cried out, feeling his body start to tense.
He stopped suddenly, pulling out of me, and I gasped with surprise.
“Turn over,” he commanded. “Now. Get on your knees.”
I obeyed, rolling over, and raising my ass in the air while resting my forearms on the mattress.
“You want to know what gets me off?” he said as he slid his cock back inside me. “Fucking my good girl long and hard. That’s what gets me off.”
My core heated at the sound of his words. He pumped himself in and out of me, groaning with satisfaction.
“Your pussy is so tight and sweet,” he said. “And it’s all mine.”
I liked this possessive streak—a lot. His confidence was also a huge turn-on. He could read my body like a book, and he clearly knew how much I liked him controlling things in bed.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and eased me upright so my back was against his chest, wrapping an arm around my waist as he continued fucking me.
“This pussy is what gets me off,” he rumbled in my ear as he put a fingertip on my clit. “This sweet, wet pussy of yours. Feeling you come on my fingers.”
“God…Ford,” I panted.
He was circling my clit with two fingers now, and I cried out as an orgasm rocked through me hard. Ford tightened his arm around my waist as he came, his sounds of pleasure filling the room. I could feel him relax against me as he slowly pulled out and kissed my shoulder softly.
“You’re the best stress reliever ever,” I said as I laid down.