Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Moving only far enough so his hands can reach every part of me he wants, I call out loudly once his massive hand cups my center through my track pants.
The thickness and strength in his big fingers against my slick valley make my knees shudder as I struggle to stay upright.
He growls low with satisfaction, easily supporting my weight with his free arm, ensuring my aching chest stays firm against his rock-hard abs.
His fingers and hand are moving up and stroking my belly before disappearing under my track pants.
My breath, panting as he works the same magic, teasing my wetness as it starts to quiver under his touch.
Prodding at my clit and pussy lips as we both realize just how big he is compared to me.
The front door’s still wide open, and as much as I couldn’t care less if the whole world sees, Ash isn’t the kind of man to show off what’s about to be his.
Easing all of his massive body inside, he kicks the door closed, kissing me hard again as one of his thick digits starts to enter me. Making me moan so loud, so deep that I’m sure I’ll come right here on the spot if his huge hand brushes my stiff clit again.
But he’s only just getting warmed up and catching a glimpse of his intense face, his curled lip, and the knowing look in his eye, I can tell me coming for him is just what he wants.
“I want you, Bridget,” he growls, moving his palm flat against my mound. His wet fingers move easily under my pants, all the way back to my ass.
His other free hand squeezes my ass in time with his laser-focused stimulation of every single part of me that’s been craving him.
I feel my head shaking a little, but it’s from disbelief that anything could feel so good.
My eyes widen and I feel myself pouting when he suddenly lifts his hand from my pants.
But he scoops me up into his arms as if I weigh nothing. Taking his eyes off mine just long enough to find a better place to set me down so he can really get to work on me.
I murmur something about my bedroom. I writhe in his arms, desperate for as much of him on me as inside me again.
Christ, if he can do all this with just one finger….
And no. He’s not going anywhere, and neither am I. Anyone who can make me feel this special, this hot.
He’s a keeper.
There’s no doubt in my mind now that Ash is the man for me. And I want him all to myself as much as he’s telling me he wants me.
He seems to know just where to go, not just with his fingers.
Ash finds my bedroom as if he already has a map of the place inside his mind, and sets me down on my bed, I lift my rear end, helping him as he slips off my pants.
I can’t get a word out, my breathing is so rapid, and any thoughts of being shy or timid about my body vanish once I see the full effect of Ash’s arousal straining against his pants.
My top slides up all on its own, and my girls bounce free, firm with my heat only adding a new level of depth to his deep sounds of approval as he gets on his knees.
Gripping my ankles and tossing each one over his broad, solid shoulders, he tells me I’m more perfect than he imagined.
His thick fingers find their mark again, spreading my now drenched pussy lips wider as he looks over what he must know by now already belongs to him.
“Ash?” I whimper, already gripping the bed sheets with both hands, feeling like I’m about to burst. Needing to tell him something. But he’s done talking.
I swear loudly once his mouth presses hard on my whole sex, the same way he kissed me. Making me forget about anything I was going to say.
His thick, warm tongue. Smooth and strong as it slowly circles my clit tells me more than words ever could, and in a second, both my hands shift from the sheets to grip his thick hair. Steering his massive head from side to side, then up and down as we both discover just how Bridget likes to have her pussy honored by a real man.
The unshaved stubble from his chiseled jaw scratches at my soft thighs, and Ash only seems even more pleased when I press them together. His whole face and head are buried deep in my sex.
The scent of his own manliness mixed with my essence.
My first climax with him rises in me quicker than I thought humanly possible.
But this moment has been bubbling for almost a full twenty-four hours.
And the pot is about to boil over, right into his beautiful mouth.