Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I hadn’t even fully recovered when he grabbed me, pulling me backward with him toward the bed, and pushing me to sit off the edge as I tried to slow my breathing, bring some calm back to my chaotic body.
Junior kicked out of his shoes, and I felt myself leaning backward, looking up at him, wanting to enjoy the show as he stripped for me.
Reaching behind his back, he yanked his shirt up, forward, and off, and my greedy gaze moved downward, taking in each deep indent of muscle and the way they moved as he reached down, fingers working his button and zipper free.
I sucked in a deep breath as he drew his jeans down.
Then he was there in nothing but a pair of charcoal boxer briefs between us and his cock was straining against the restrictive material.
I sat back up, my gaze slipping up to his as my hands went to his waistband, and started to draw it downward.
His eyes were molten as I moved the material out of my way, then traced my fingers up his thigh before sliding inward to close my hand around his cock, stroking it down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Junior growled. “Suck me,” he demanded, voice tight.
As if I had any other intention.
But hearing him demand it only increased my desire to have him in my mouth.
My sex clenched hard as I lowered my head, and closed my mouth around the head, then lowered down.
Slowly.
So slowly that his fingers were digging into my skull by the time I got only halfway down.
Squeezing my thumb tightly into my fist to ease my gag reflex, I kept going, kept taking him in. Until he was buried deep, his head teasing the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Junior moaned, his hips bucking slightly into the sensation. “You’re so fucking good,” he sighed as I started to work him. With the same stubborn slowness as he’d gone down on me. Making him wait for it. Making him ache for it.
It wasn’t long, though, before his hands grabbed the sides of my head, taking control, guiding my movements as he started to fuck my mouth. Fast and deep each time, until his breath was getting ragged and his groans were making me need to press my thighs together to ease the need between.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling backward suddenly, making his cock leave my mouth.
Then he was ducking down, grabbing a condom from his jeans, and slipping it on as he stared at me, his eyes full of a dark promise.
Finished, he reached down, grabbing my knees, and pulling them upward, pushing them into my chest, then shifting forward, and slamming into me.
Hard.
Deep.
Taking all of me.
A half pleasured, half-startled moan escaped me.
As much as I’d fantasized about having him inside of me, none of that had prepared me for the fullness of him, for the way he filled me completely.
“Oh, fuck,” Junior ground out, sucking in a deep breath, like he was struggling to hold onto control, like maybe he, too, hadn’t been prepared for the feel of this. The rightness of it.
He reached down, grabbing each of my knees, and spreading them wide, his gaze moving down over me slowly, taking me in, then settling between my thighs where we were joined.
“Feel how fucking good you’re taking me?” he groaned, his hips rocking restlessly, making my back arch as the pleasure intensified. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said as he started to fuck me.
Shallow at first, then almost all the way out and in, giving me all of him each time.
A rumbling sound moved through him as my hips rocked, intensifying it for both of us as he released my legs and leaned forward to close his hands over my breasts, toying, teasing, twisting until my walls were tightening, as I got closer and closer.
“There you go,” he said, not breaking the pace that was working for me, just driving me up and through it as the orgasm overtook me. “Yeah,” he hissed. “Squeeze my cock.”
I cried out, long and loud, thankful for the freedom not to need to be silent as the pleasure overtook me.
When I came back down, he was still rock-hard inside of me, and the look in his eyes said we were just getting started.
My sex clenched hard at that realization, making a rumble move through Junior again.
But then he was grabbing me, rolling me onto my belly, then pulling my hips up and back.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings for a split second before he was thrusting deep again.
A moan escaped me as my fingers dug into the bedding as he started to fuck me.
Harder.
Faster.
Almost violent in his intensity.
But my body was aching for it as it started to climb upward again.
“You like that,” he said, fingers digging into my hips. “Feel how fucking drenched you are for me?” he asked, fucking me harder still, and I was suddenly glad the bed was bolted to the floor, because I was pretty sure he’d be making it slip across the room otherwise.