Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
She was wrong. He didn’t fail.
She did.
Once again, she failed to keep him at arm’s length. Failed to make it clear that she didn’t want him. Because that was untrue. No matter how bad he was for her, she couldn’t resist him.
She wasn’t mad at him about it, she was mad at herself.
She should insist he leave. To remove the temptation.
She should.
Instead of those words coming out of her mouth, the breath rushed from her lungs as he drew her to him, staying behind her and pulling her back to his front.
She wanted this just as much as she didn’t.
Why, why, why did he have to come back to Manning Grove?
Why did she?
She was supposed to be getting her life back in order, not let it spin out of control. Again.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted it, sliding his lips over the back of her neck. His other hand spanned her ribs before sliding across her belly and down. The tip of his fingers skimmed the waistband of her jeans, teasing her.
Her brain was screaming it wasn’t a good idea, while her body screamed it was a great one.
Her fingers found his, then the button on her jeans. She released it, lowered the zipper and then she shoved his hand down her panties.
She. Failed.
His breathing became ragged, as did hers, but neither of them said a word as he found her throbbing clit and circled it.
The memory of how he took her, how hard he fucked her in the bar that first time... made her soaked.
It wouldn’t take much to tip her over.
She needed it. Craved it.
And, fuck her, it was him she needed and craved it from.
His teeth scraped down the side of her throat as he worked his fingers lower, parting her pussy, slipping inside her. But only barely.
There wasn’t enough room for him, and she wanted him there. But not only his fingers.
Shoving her jeans down her thighs, her voice was thick when she demanded, “Condom, then fuck me.”
When he obeyed without hesitation, she realized she was in control. Though, he would be getting something out of this, too, so he had no reason to fight her.
That didn’t matter. What mattered was, he had pulled away to drop his jeans and roll on a condom.
“Palms flat on the counter and keep them there.”
“No.” She couldn’t see him because he stayed behind her. And that made it even more exhilarating. Hearing him, smelling him, feeling him. As he wrapped a hand around the front of her throat, the other using his latex-covered cock to separate her ass cheeks.
Sliding down. Down.
She tipped her hips, giving him better access to find his target.
“Hurry,” got caught in her throat.
Again, he listened and didn’t waste time, finding where she was open to him, where she welcomed him.
“Fuck me,” she demanded in a soft growl. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
Still, he said nothing.
But she didn’t care. She was doing this for her. Not him. To prove she was in control, not him.
“Trip,” she whimpered softly.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please.”
She shuddered when he drove deep with a single thrust. But she was ready for him. Slick and open. She rose to her toes to allow him a better angle since she was shorter than him. Though, as he began to drill her deep, but steady, him having to bend his knees slightly gave him a more powerful thrust.
With both of them standing, he couldn’t go any deeper, take her any more fully.
The fingers around her throat tightened and he tipped her head back to his shoulder while he fingered her clit with his other hand.
Being pinned against him as he fucked her thoroughly, his lower belly slapping against her ass, enhanced each thrust.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on his breathing which skirted across her ear, along with the soft grunt on the very end of each breath, at the very end of each drive up and into her.
She shoved her tank top and bra up, exposing her aching puckered nipples. She cupped one, kneading, thumbing the tip, the wave of pleasure shooting south to meet the waves he sent north. They crashed at her center. She gasped and reached behind him, grabbing a hold of his hair at the back of his head, her fingers twisting and hanging on.
She needed to hold on since she was about to split apart.
It was sex, but it wasn’t. It was more.
So much more.
So much she didn’t want to see or admit to.
She failed.
But he didn’t. He succeeded, grinding deep while thumbing her firm, slick nub, sending all her thoughts, her concerns, her worries about... him, her, them... exploding like a supernova in space. Pieces of matter shooting in all directions, never to be seen again.
His name filled her mind and might have even crossed her lips. He became her center, her focus, as her thoughts gathered and returned.