Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"Goddamn, you're so fucking beautiful."
"I think I'd look even better with your cock inside of me."
"No fucking doubt about that," he snaps, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the floor before pulling his t-shirt off by the back of the collar and discarding it as well.
He's working on kicking his boots off at the same time that he's unbuckling his belt and working the zipper down.
"You got a little drool on your mouth," he says in a teasing tone, but his mouth falls open when I swipe at my mouth before lowering my hand between my legs.
He seems dumbstruck when I let my legs fall open. I can't recall another time in my life when I've ever let myself be so vulnerable in front of a man, but right now, it just feels right.
His cock is hard, his hand skating up and down the length of it while he kicks his jeans and boxer briefs away.
His tongue repeatedly licks at his lips as if aching to put his mouth where my fingers are exploring, and as much as I'd love that, I think I love his eyes on me just as much.
"Riley," he whispers as he inches forward.
"Condom," I tell him just as he presses one knee into the mattress.
"Shit," he mutters, shaking his head a little as if he can't believe he was going to crawl up here before grabbing one.
I swallow when he tosses the foil packet on the bed, not knowing how I should feel when I chance a glance in that direction and see two at my hip.
He pulled four out the other night even though we only used one, and I can't help but wonder why he keeps so many.
I pull my mind from those thoughts. We're sharing a little time together, but I have no right to feel any sort of way about what the man gets up to in his spare time.
"Want me to put it on you?" I ask, reaching for one of the condoms, but he snags it up from the bed before I can wrap my fingers around it.
"If you touch my cock before I get inside of you, I'll embarrass myself."
I smile with the confession, watching as a trail of precum drips from the tip of his cock.
"Is that right?" I tease as I regretfully pull my fingers from between my slick legs.
"What are you doing?" he asks when I sit up. "Lie back down."
"Are you sure you don't want me ass up?" I ask as I turn to face him and crawl across the massive bed to him.
"Riley," he warns when I reach for him.
"Seems you lied," I whisper when he doesn't erupt when I wrap my hands around his cock.
"I'm reciting statistics in my head," he pants, his cheeks red, jaw flexing.
"Say them out loud," I urge as I drop to one elbow with my hand still wrapped around him and angle the tip of his cock toward my mouth.
"Riley, please," he begs, and the sound of it is music to my ears.
"Please, what?" I ask, swiping at the clear liquid on his tip and feeling a rush of wetness between my legs and the taste exploding on my tongue. "Please, more? Please, stop?"
"Yes," he says, sounding a little pained.
I cover the head with my lips, using suction at the back of my mouth to draw him in.
The sound he makes covers me like a blanket. There's no way he's faking it. There's no way he isn't right here with me at this moment.
A tender hand covers the back of my head, but it's the complete opposite of what I want from him right now. Instead of popping off and speaking the words, I lock my lips and suck him hard.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and I smile up at him when his grip pulls me off his cock completely.
His lip twitches as he stares down at me.
"Something wrong?" I ask, not bothering to wipe at the dampness his withdrawal left on my chin.
"Not a fucking thing," he says. "Open wide."
The second my jaw drops open, he feeds his cock inside, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.
His chest rumbles with satisfaction when I gag a little, and the sound arrows straight to the center of me. I know I'm making a mess on my bed. Cool air swims all around me, making it very clear just how turned I am by this man.
"Want me to come down your throat?" he whispers as he pulls back before pressing forward again.
I nod, wanting exactly that because I know from experience, he isn't the type of lover to leave me high and well... extremely wet.
I got the very distinct impression that he was just as turned on eating me out in the shower as I was experiencing it. Maybe that's why I let it happen again and why I opened the door back up tonight. No matter what thoughts I let run around in my head, I never once got the feeling that he hadn't enjoyed himself.