Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Promise?” she hisses, then looks down, and she comes on my hand. “Fuck.”
She rides my fingers, and then I pull them out of her and lick them clean. I’m expecting her to take time to recover, maybe get up and go get water, but what I’m not expecting is for her to roll to the side of the bed and grab another condom out of the drawer. “Come on, cowboy, it’s time for me to take that ride.” She winks at me, and my cock is suddenly rock hard solid.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Zara
I never knew sex could be this much fun or that the need and urges would totally take over my body. I never ever in a million years thought I would be the one begging for it. For his touch, for his mouth, for his fingers, and more importantly, for his cock.
I woke up with my body sore in places I didn’t know were possible, but then I think back to the night we had, and the amount of times I begged for it. After he let me ride him, and ride him I did, he bent me over in the shower with his hands fisting my hair, and I came so hard I thought my legs were going to give out. The night was filled with hands and mouths. I woke once to him sliding into me, and he woke once with his cock in my mouth. Looking over at the clock, I see it’s almost seven and know he has to be up at eight.
He faces me with his eyes closed, and his hand rests on his chest as it rises and falls. I slowly reach into the side table and grab another condom. I tear open the condom and grab his cock in my hand. I hear him groan, but his cock is already up and ready for me. I roll the condom down his length, and he groans again. I don’t wait for him to open his eyes before I throw my leg over his hip and slowly slide down him until he’s all the way in me. My hands cup my tits and tweak my nipples. There are little hickeys over them from the last time I was in this position. His eyes open, and he looks down to see me squat up and then down again, his hands going to my hips.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles, his eyes closing again, but this time, one of his thumbs finds my clit. “So wet already,” he says, and his fucking dirty talk will get me off faster. He knows it, and I know it.
“You want to ride my cock?” he says and now my hands fall to his stomach as I grind my hips and rotate them. “Fuck,” he says when I clench my pussy on his cock. “Wanted to wake you with my face in your pussy,” he says, and I’m so fucking close I can almost touch it. My stomach gets tight, my toes curling.
“Look at us,” he says, looking at my pussy. “Look at how your pussy takes my cock.” My eyes watch how I ride him. His cock disappears, and I hurry up to see it again.
“Take my cock, beautiful.” My legs burn as I squat on top of him, one of my hands going to meet his thumb as we both play with my clit. He lifts his other hand and squeezes my tit. Moving my hand away from my clit, he causes me to moan out in frustration ’cause I’m so close to coming. He squeezes and twists my nipple at the exact time as he squeezes my clit, lifting his hips. He twists my nipple again, but this time, he lets go of it and also lets go of my clit. I’m a rag doll at this point, and he grabs me around my waist and flips me on my back and fucks me so hard. It takes four thrusts, and I lean up and bite his pec right before he plants himself in me, and we come together.
“Jesus fucking,” he hisses, and I laugh. “That was so fucking hot.” He leans down taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking it in and then leaving a little bite mark next to it.
“Stop with the marks.” I push him off me.
“Never,” he says. “Those just show you’re mine.” I look over at him as he rolls off me and walks to the toilet. I look over and see it’s almost seven thirty, so I roll out of bed, and my legs literally feel like I spent four hours in the gym.
I walk to my luggage and throw it down. “What are you doing?” I look over, and he is standing there naked, his cock at half-mast.
“I’m getting clothes,” I tell him, and he just shakes his head. He walks back into his walk-in closet and comes back with one of his shirts.