Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I’m not gonna move,” he replied with an answering smirk. “You are.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away as surprise and delight crossed her face. Tonight, this gorgeous woman astride his lap would have complete control over her pleasure. “Think of me as nothing more than a fuck toy for you to use any way you want.”
“Shit, why is that so hot?” she asked as she made an experimental roll of her hips ending in a gasp.
She bit her lower lip, and he swore he felt those damn teeth graze his cock. Not coming in his pants like he was twenty-five years younger would be an epic feat.
Kelsie began to rock on his hand. She gripped his shoulders. Her face was a mask of pleasured concentration.
His finger was in for the treat of its damn life, sliding through her hot, wet channel with increasing speed. Her confidence grew as she lost herself in the feeling, and it was the damned hottest thing he’d seen in his life.
“God, Ty,” she whispered, desperation clear. “C-curl your finger. Give me another.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He did as asked, and she whimpered.
“Oh, right there. That feels so good.” She moved fast, riding his fingers with total abandon. Beneath her clothes, her tits swayed in a way that had him salivating. One day he’d feast on them until she writhed and begged him to fuck her. With every movement, her ass bounced on his thighs. She was so close to bumping against his neglected dick that it took monumental strength to keep from yanking her closer and grinding against her.
Wetness coated his finger and dripped down his hand. He wanted to taste her arousal so damn bad, but he’d rather die than take away a second of her pleasure, so his hand stayed right where it was.
Fuck, this woman was screwing with his brain.
“T-Ty…” she said, panting as she imitated a rodeo superstar. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come already.”
His dick throbbed. “Do it.”
“It’s been too long,” she nearly sobbed as though in apology.
“Do it. Fucking come, Kelsie. All over my goddamned hand. Show me how much you like feeling me inside you, and next time, I’ll give you my cock.”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped. His words did the trick. “Shit,” she whispered as her fingers curled into the meat of his shoulders. She slowed her hips as her pussy rippled around his fingers.
He tried to think of tires and grease, but she was too gorgeous to ignore.
Shudders ran through her, and a long moan left her lips. Moving slowly, she kept rocking on him, drawing out the orgasm.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned, unable to keep from stroking his fingers through her wetness. “Take every ounce.”
“Holy shit.” She sagged, collapsing against his chest with a proud chuckle. “I did it.”
“You sure as fuck did. And it was blindingly beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.
He kept his fingers inside her as he stroked up and down her back with his other hand. After a few moments of quietness, she straightened with a gasp and a small shiver.
“Your turn?” she asked with a shy smile.
Though his dick nearly wept, he shook his head. “Not tonight.”
Kelsie frowned. “What? Wh—”
He cut her off with a kiss that had her melting against him within two seconds. “Tonight was for you. Only you.”
She glanced at his lap with concern even as she seemed relieved. “But you’re…” She gestured toward his obvious erection.
“Hard as a fucking pipe?”
That had her laughing. “Well, yeah.”
“Trust me, baby, I’m aware.” Her eyes flared at the pet name. “But don’t worry. It’ll still be there next time you’re feeling needy. It’s pretty much always there when you’re around.”
The smile she gifted him was nearly as good as watching her come.
“C’mon, it’s too late to drive home. Let’s go to sleep.”
“W-what? Here? With you?”
He chuckled. “That okay?”
“Yes,” she said on an exhale as she nodded. “Very okay.”
“Just sleep.” He tilted his head, and she blushed.
“Got it.”
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her tight pussy. She shivered again—something he was beginning to love—and made a sound of disapproval.
“You okay?”
Kelsie’s ears turned pink, and she averted her gaze. “I liked feeling you inside me. Wish you could stay there longer.”
Christ, this woman.
He helped her off his lap and then stood, groaning when his knee popped. “C’mon, before I forget all my good intentions.”
“Hey,” she said with an impish grin. “I’m not the one who turned down an orgasm.”
No, she wasn’t. He was the only masochist present tonight. He slung an arm over her shoulder and tried not to feel fucking mushy at the way she burrowed into his side while they walked into his house to his bedroom.
“This is nice,” Kelsie said, looking around as he went to his dresser.
He snorted. “I’m not much of a decorator, as you may have noticed.” The walls were mostly bare, and everything he owned was neutral and devoid of color. Being young and vibrant, Kelsie probably loved color and brightness in her space.