Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
"I hope you don't, either."
He cups the side of my neck and turns my face towards his, his lips landing on mine.
"I don't want any broken promises between us." He says in a low voice, pulling me up onto him and turning me so I'm sitting on top of him, straddling his body. I respond by kissing him back with as much passion as I know how to do with my limited experience, hoping actions are louder than words. Our kisses start soft and slow but soon turn deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth while my hands grip his shoulders and his move slowly under my shirt to cup my breasts through my bra. It's not long before he's pulling my shirt off and I unclasp my bra and throw it off to the side of the bed, shocked at how easy and natural everything flows with him. Maybe because I've fantasized about being with him for so long, now that it's happening it feels familiar to me. Or maybe it's just chemistry between us.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He groans, kneading my breasts in his hands and burying his face between them, moving his lips from one to the other, sucking my nipples until I'm grinding against his erection, lost in his touch. I had no idea anything could make me feel so electrified. His hands move to undo my jeans while his mouth never stops ravishes my breasts, and I kneel up to wiggle out of my panties and jeans as he pushes his own pants down and kicks them off.
"I don't want to hurt you so we're going to do something different," He says, his voice gravelly with lust. "But it'll still feel good, I promise."
"Everything you do feels good," I whisper.
He flashes me a wicked sexy grin that makes my stomach go into spasms.
"It's only going to get better, love." He presses two fingers against my lips, gently pushing them into my mouth. "Suck on my fingers, baby."
I'm surprised by his words but I do as he asks, sucking his fingers into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them, and his eyes go wide as he watches me. His cock twitches between us and I ache to feel him buried inside me again, spreading and stretching my body just for him. The pain and pleasure of it earlier made me feel erotically delirious, causing me to spread my legs wider and dig my nails into him, wanting him harder and deeper.
When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, he reaches between us and rubs his wet fingers between my legs, smearing my saliva all over my lips. No one's ever touched me there before him, and my body instantly reacts, quivering and flushing with warmth. Spreading my folds with his fingers, he gently pushes me down until I'm flush against him with his cock wedged between my lips.
"Keep your legs spread and slide yourself back and forth over me," he coaxes, grabbing my hips and moving me so my sex glides from the base of him all the way up to the head, and then back again. And he's right, even though he's not inside me, rubbing along his hard length feels incredible.
Leaning back against the pillows, his gaze drifts up my body, not stopping until he reaches my eyes.
"That feels so good..." He groans softly, cupping my breasts in his hands again. "Don't stop, just let yourself go and get off on me. I want to watch you come."
"Tor..."
Nervousness creeps up on me. Surely he's not used to having to do things like this just to be with a woman. I'm afraid my age and inexperience is more glaring by the minute. He tears his eyes from where our bodies are joined and glances up at me again, his expression going from hungry with desire to sheer concern.
Grabbing the back of my neck, he gently pulls my head down and kisses my lips. "You're perfect, Kenzi. Every single inch of you, inside and out. You're turning me on like fuckin' crazy." He kisses me again, always knowing exactly what I need to hear and feel, and I continue to ride along his shaft, arching my back to press my clit against him.
"There ya go," He whispers, his fingers grazing over my nipple, sending more sparks throughout my body and down into my core. "Feel how hard I am for you? For months I've been hiding that from you but now I want you to feel every inch of what you do to me."
God. All his walls are down and his voice is like black velvet; soft, smooth, dark, and seductive. It lulls me and fades my insecurities as I rub myself against him. His mouth and hands are everywhere with mind-blurring skill. Gripping my hips, caressing my breasts, his lips on my mouth one moment, and then licking the curve of my breast the next—he's got every part of me craving him and I can't get enough. Finally I can look at him without hiding the fact that I'm doing it, and now my eyes are glued to his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and defined abs as I move against the hardest part of him, mesmerized. His dark tousled hair falls to his shoulders and I can't resist clutching it in my fingers. He's truly every woman's dream. I can barely grasp the fact this incredibly sexy grown man with rippling hard muscles, covered in tattoos that I've watched women literally drool over, and who also has a heart made of pure solid gold...wants me. Loves me. He could have anyone, and he waited for me.