Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
I move down and get to work, not wasting a single second.
Her body is soft and warm, her pussy like honey on my tongue. It’s actually not work at all to tongue fuck her and lick and suck her folds—I could do this for hours. I love the way she squirms, trying to stay silent as I bring her to the edge of climax and then keep my mouth away from her clit, instead inserting two fingers inside her.
She’s breathing hard, one of her hands twining into my hair and tugging. If we were alone, I’d play this game with her for a while, making her come hard after at least thirty minutes of edging. But since time is a factor, I return my mouth to her clit, sucking it while I fuck her with my fingers.
It only takes a few seconds for her to buck her hips against me and come, her body tensing and no sound coming from her open mouth.
When she finally relaxes and exhales hard, I grin at her. “Damn, you were quiet.”
“It wasn’t easy,” she whispers.
“Can I bend you over the bathroom counter?” I ask, desperate to watch myself fuck her.
“We’ll smell like rubber,” she says softly.
“No, we won’t.”
“I could always smell rubber when my college roommate got home from her boyfriend’s place.” She bites her lip nervously. “Have you been tested for STIs since the last time you slept with someone?”
I consider. “Yeah, the team doctor tests us every six weeks. I’m good.”
“I’m on the pill.”
Oh, fuck. My cock twitches at the thought of being buried deep inside her without a condom. I haven’t done that since I was married because I haven’t had anything but one-night stands.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. I’ve been test”
“I fucking want to.”
Desire for her surges through my body, but I stop myself and kiss her, soft and slow. Josie is putting a lot of trust in me, and that means more than the sex.
When the kiss ends, I lean my forehead against hers and she whispers, “Tell me you want me, Dane.”
Those words just don’t cover it. If I said I want you, it would be too much of an understatement. I don’t know if there are words that will convey how I feel, but she wants me to say something, and I will.
“When you’re close to me, I need to touch you,” I say against her lips. “I need it so fucking much. Like I need air. Now that I’ve made you come, I need that, too. I need this closeness. I need to be the only man you touch and kiss. I need to be...enough for you. Everything. I need you to crave me even half as much as I crave you.”
She runs her fingertips over my skin, up my bicep to my shoulder, then to my cheek, which she cups in her hand.
“I need it, too,” she whispers. “I’m scared of needing it...but I do.”
She slides from the bed and reaches for my hand. I follow her into the bathroom, closing the door behind us and turning on the shower to mask the sound. She looks up into my eyes and pulls the T-shirt over her head and off, dropping it to the floor.
I can feel her shrinking beneath my gaze, which is the last thing I want. I thread my fingers through hers on both hands.
“You are so damn sexy, Josie Garver. I fantasize about your body constantly.”
I take a step forward, backing her into the counter. She watches with wide eyes as I slide my hand down her thigh, past her knee, all the way to her ankle. I lift it, trying to put it on the counter, but she’s too short for that, so I have to set her ass on the counter and then put her foot on it off to the side.
“Dane, what are you—oh god.” She closes her eyes as I slide two fingers back into her.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot I am for this pussy? I caught a glance of this dark pussy hair when you were coming out of the shower one day and I’ve jerked off thinking about it so many times. I want to fuck this pussy, eat this pussy, finger this pussy and play with this pussy until you can’t take anymore.”
Her mouth opens in a silent O as I use my thumb to circle her clit.
“It’s too sensitive,” she says in a pleading tone.
“No one but me touches this pussy. Say it.”
“Dane, please...”
“Say it.”
She whimpers, squirming. “No one but you touches my pussy.”
“That’s right, baby.” I pull my fingers out and get her down from the counter.
Palming my cock, I say, “And this is yours. For as long as you want me, no other woman even gets a second look.”