Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Thanks for the drinks.” I stand and shrug my coat on.
“Let me walk you to your cabin,” he says, rising from his seat.
Before I can object, he’s lifting my hand, and settling it in the crook of his arm, so I use the opportunity to slide it up a little and fondle his bicep. And oh, what a bicep it is.
“See.” He points above our heads to a hanging shrub of greenery on the door leading outside. “Mistletoe, my favorite.”
“You planned that.”
“Ah, you figured me out.” And then he leans in and the lips I’ve stared at all night, meet mine. They’re firm, yet soft, and irresistible. His tongue begs for entrance, and I open my mouth for him. And this is no mistletoe type kiss either. No this is the kind made for dark corners and naughty places.
He steps me outside, our lips never breaking apart.
The air between us shifts like tectonic plates and I hold onto him for fear of falling.
“Twelve, cabin twelve,” I say against his lips.
“Mine’s closer,” he husks back.
We get there in the blink of an eye. In a rush, he opens the door, and then pulls me close, kissing me once again.
This is all very surreal. Normally, I wouldn’t do this with a stranger, I’m a get to know you first kind of girl, but I want him. I’ve never been with a man who makes me feel so weak in the knees. As if he knows what he’s doing to my body, he lifts me over the threshold and kicks the door shut.
We’re a mad rush of lust driven hands, kissing and groping down the hallway, leaving a trail of clothes along the hardwoods.
His cabin is an exact replica of mine, and I know we’re headed straight to the master suite.
We fall to the bed, tumbling between the covers. “I’m not going to be very gentle with you tonight,” he says, between kisses.
“Do whatever you want.”
He leans over, producing a condom out of thin air. I rip the foil with my teeth and watch as he rolls it down his hard length.
He spreads my legs, licking his lips as his eyes trail down my body. I need him inside me right now. And it’s like he can read my mind, because he holds the thick head of his steel cock at my entrance and pushes deep with one thrust, stretching and filling me. “Fuck,” he groans out.
And then, he pumps his hips, and I move against him, with him, and together we push and pull, tugging and holding onto each other. “Don’t stop,” I whisper over and over.
My body thrums with a want—a need—it’s never had before. He kisses along my neck, then across my collarbone, and ends at my nipple.
“You have perfect tits,” he murmurs against my skin, biting the stiff peak, as he hits that special spot inside me.
No one has ever hit that spot. My body rises and falls, closer and closer to my orgasm, closer to tumbling over the cliff with him. His hair is magical, thick and soft—tuggable. My fingers pull and clinch the strands to bring him closer. Like a vice, my legs tighten around his waist.
“That’s right, take my cock, take it.” He pumps harder, hammering into me with determination. “Tell me you like the way I fuck your pussy.”
I don’t even have time to blush at the dirty talk he wants me to do, I just blurt it out, wanting to please him. Because he sure knows how to please me. It’s insane the way he’s working my body like he owns it.
“God, you’re so tight. Your sweet, little pussy feels so good.”
Oh damn, I can’t handle his mouth. It makes me wetter, more turned on, if that’s even possible. I trail my nails down his back, digging them in as my body gets so close to shattering in a sexplosion.
“You going to come for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
“I want to feel your little pussy get off on my dick.” He keeps pumping, fucking me as the headboard thrashes into the wall. “Come on me.”
His words send me over the edge. I come and come, breathing out of control.
He moans, pumping faster, until his orgasm crashes through him shortly after mine.
“Fuck,” he says, dropping down beside me.
His skills have left me speechless, so I stare at the endless loop of the wooden ceiling fan blades until I catch my breath, until awkwardness settles over my naked body. Now what? Do I say thanks and leave?
My sex high crashes, and I scoot off the bed and rush to the adjoining bathroom. Toiletries litter the marble countertop. Instead of snooping to see what products make him so perfect, I splash cool water over my heated face, and take a deep breath. I fix my fresh fucked hair, clean up, and wrap one of the resort’s towels around my body before heading back into his room to say goodbye. I’ve never had a one-night stand before, but this is pretty much how they go in movies and books. One and done.