Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He groans, the sound of his pleasure tangling with mine.
He grips my hips when I try to get away, holding me in place as he devours me. I swear by the time he makes me come, I'm no longer on the same planet we started on.
My heart races, my chest heaving with harsh breaths when I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper.
The man is staring between my legs as he rolls the latex down his length, like he's never seen such a beautiful part of a woman's body. He looks hungry, voracious, and perfectly content all at the same time.
“Can’t do this,” he says, instead of lining up between my legs.
I pull my eyes from him, wondering how I can manage to get my blanket out from under us so I can cover up.
"Shit," I mutter, trying to climb off the bed,
"Gonna need this instead," he says, lying back and pulling me on top of him.
"What?" I ask, a tilt to my head because the man is confusing the hell out of me.
"I'm pretty sure I'll hurt you if I'm the one deciding how hard and how fast. Get up there, baby. I won't leave you hanging."
Understanding sinks in eventually. He wasn't saying he couldn't have sex with me, just that he couldn't do it the way he originally thought he was going to.
He grips my hips, helping me when I swing one leg over his body. The width of his body leaves me so open and exposed, but the need swelling inside my body speaks to the part of me that's in charge right now.
"Wow," I tell him when he releases one side of my body so he can stand his cock up for me to sink down on.
The vantage point from here makes the thing look like it's going to be too much, but I know that my body can handle him, as much as I know I'll still feel him Monday when I arrive at the vet's office.
His grip on me tightens when I sink down the first few inches, pausing to let my body acclimate to him.
My arousal coats him as he releases the base of his cock and swipes his thumb over my sensitive clit.
"This isn't going to last long," I say.
"Sorry," he mutters as if he’s also close to the edge already. "Your blowjob nearly killed me."
My core clenches around him with the praise, making his eyes widen.
I drop down, letting all of my weight carry me until my ass is resting against his thighs. His grip on me is tight enough that I'll no doubt have fingerprint-sized bruises on my skin tomorrow, but it doesn't hurt. If anything, it's just one more thing that keeps my desire high. This man didn't leave his office unsatisfied last weekend. He was hard because he wanted more, and I did that. My body made him that way.
I pull up and sink back down, my thighs already quivering and not from the limited effort.
I watch as he licks his thumb before pressing it back to my clit. That combined with the way he's holding me and looking me in the eyes instead of where we're joined is what takes me over the edge.
After the pulsing of my body stops, he sits up, gripping me around the waist before rolling over and shoving all the way inside of me.
He did this in a similar way in his office, but, given a choice, I'd have him in a bed every single time.
His mouth circles my nipple, the suction of it something I feel deep inside me.
He grunts a second before I feel the first kick of his orgasm, and I cling to him until he stills completely.
When he pulls out of me this time, and I glance down at the thickness between his legs, I know not to feel as if I wasn't enough.
This man is so dangerous to me because, as he flops to the bed alongside me and pulls me to his chest as he continues to breathe like he just ran a marathon, I forget that I'm supposed to be getting up and asking him to leave.
Chapter 23
Walker
I was right that having her in a bed is so much better than what we did back at the bar last week. The extra room, the softness of her sheets against my skin, the scent of her surrounding me, all of it made for a freaking fantastic time last night.
I stretch, tightening every muscle in my body before reaching for her.
It should be no surprise that she’s no longer in bed with me, but the cold spot beside me hits me in the chest in a way I don’t want to consider right now.
Naked as the day I was born, I sit on the side of the bed and look around the small room. She doesn’t have much in here other than her bed, a nightstand, and a small dresser.