Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
A gooey sensation moved through me at the contact, at the way he groaned against my mouth, and his hands slid over me to sink into my ass, squeezing hard.
His lips were soft and reactive at first, giving me a chance to change my mind.
When it was clear I had no intention of doing that, they grew harder and more demanding. Until his teeth were nipping, and his tongue was teasing over mine.
A moan escaped me, muffled by his lips.
The sound dragged that rumbling sound out of Detroit, and he was suddenly shifting, moving to sit up, shifting me on his lap, and the movement had his hardness pressing against the juncture of my thigh.
With nothing but the thin material of my panties and his sleep pants between us, I could feel each thick inch of him.
My hips writhed restlessly, needing more of the feel of him even as his hand gripped the back of my neck, fingers gentle at first, then slowly digging in as his lips slanted over mine.
My hands roamed over his shoulders, his chest, his sides as his moved from my neck and into my hair, giving it a slight tug, forcing my head back, and exposing my neck to him as he leaned down to run his lips over the skin there, setting off little fires that started to catch and spread.
My hips ground down into him again, dragging a moan from me and one of those rumbles from him.
Suddenly his hands were sliding down my back, sinking into my ass, and guiding me over him again. And again. And again.
My hands slid up his chest, pressing him flat again, overcome with the urge to make him lose a little bit of control like he’d done with me earlier.
I moved over him again, pressing my lips to his for a moment before traveling down his neck, the center of his chest, down his stomach, where his muscles twitched at the contact of my lips and tip of my tongue.
His hips jerked upward slightly as my hands pulled at the material of his pants until his cock was free, the thick weight of him in my hand.
My tongue teased out again, tracing across the head for a moment, making his breath escape with a savage curse as his hand dropped heavily onto my shoulder, finger curling into a fist.
Slowly, I opened my mouth, letting him slide inside inch by inch until I couldn’t anymore, getting a low groan out of him as his other hand moved outward. I didn’t know why until I saw the light flick on.
Normally, I think I would have stopped, would have turned it back off. But something about the way I was unraveling him had me forgetting about anything but feeling more and more of his control slip away.
He gathered my hair, moving it out of his way, so he could watched as I started to suck him. Slowly. Then more quickly. Sometimes up and down, other times little twisting motions. Loving the taste of him, the feel of him beneath me, the way his fingers were now digging into my shoulder as I drove him up.
Suddenly, I didn’t care if things progressed, if I finally got to feel him inside of me.
I just wanted him to fall apart.
Even as I was thinking that, though, his hand was grabbing my hair more tightly, and pulling until the pain across my scalp forced me to lift up.
His cock slid from between my lips, and my gaze rose to his, some part of me worried I’d done something wrong, until I saw the heat in his gaze.
His hand was still pulling until I had no choice but to crawl back up his body.
He didn’t release me until I was straddling him again, but not sitting on his lap.
Only then did his hands start to move, teasing down my arms, the sides of my thighs, then over my ass, my back. His fingers flicked the clasps of my bra free, then he drew the straps over my shoulders, then tossed the material to the side when he was done.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me naked before, but the hunger in his eyes was like this was the very first time.
His fingers splayed to the sides of them for a moment before his palms closed over my breasts, squeezing hard enough to drag a moan out of me.
I arched into his touch.
Then his thumbs were teasing my nipples into points before rolling them with this delicious little pinching sensation that had me dropping back down on his lap, grinding into his cock.
But he didn’t allow that for long,
Because he was grabbing me again as he moved flat, pulling me over him, but higher, positioning me so that when he pulled me back down my breast was in his face, and he was sucking my nipple into his mouth.