Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I dropped my leg and gave my full attention to unbuckling his belt. I had to have him. Now.
I unzipped him, then fell to my knees, my fingers hooked on the elastic of his boxer briefs. “May I?”
Graham braced one arm on the wall and brushed my hair from my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled.
“Is that a yes?”
He chuckled softly and inclined his head. “Yes. I’m all yours.”
God, I liked the sound of that. I dragged the cotton fabric down and freed his thick cock. It bounced between us obscenely, begging for attention. I knew the feeling well. I was aching, but my dick could wait. I needed to taste him first.
I held his shaft, tracing my thumb along the prominent vein from the underside of his crown to his root. His balls hung heavy and perfect and geez, I couldn’t ignore them.
I cupped his balls, rolling them gently as I licked his shaft, flattening my tongue over his slit to lap up his precum. He tugged my hair, not so subtly demanding more. I gave it to him. Opening my mouth wide, I swallowed him whole.
Not to brag, but BJs were my thing. There hadn’t been time to show off this particular skill set the first time we’d been together, so this was my moment and I was going to make the most of it. I bobbed my head, taking as much of him as possible. I nearly gagged once or twice, but that was understandable. I was too enthusiastic and like I said, he was big.
I sat on my heels and glanced up while I stroked him. “More? Or are you going to fuck me?”
Graham growled as he helped me to my feet. And suddenly we were kissing again, wild and messy.
We stayed glued to each other, breaking apart long enough for him to pull my sweater and tee over my head. He shuffled us toward the bed, his mouth still on mine while he unbuckled my belt. I stepped out of my shoes and took over undressing myself. My dick was hard as granite behind my zipper and pulsing for release.
I shoved my boxer briefs and jeans off and sat on the edge of his mattress, admiring the view. There was a reason suit porn was a thing, I decided. This bear of a man in a wrinkled designer jacket with his tie undone and his cock poking out from under his fancy shirt like a flagpole was drool-worthy sexy. And when he said things like, “On your back. Show me that hole,” I was in danger of self-combustion.
I obeyed in a flash, yanking off my socks before scooting onto the mattress and pushing the duvet aside. I bent my knees and braced my weight on one elbow, motioning for him to toss me the bottle of lube he’d rescued from his nightstand.
“Wait. Don’t take your suit off,” I panted, grazing a slick finger over my entrance.
His eyebrows shot up, but his gaze was fixed on my hole. I slipped one digit inside, moaning at the burn.
“You’re goin’ to kill me, Ray-n,” he huffed.
Under other circumstances, I might have commented on his thicker than usual accent, but I had my priorities straight…so to speak.
I added a second finger and spread my legs wider still, raking my teeth over my bottom lip in anticipation when he reached for a condom, tore open the wrapper, and rolled it on in record time. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers and boxer briefs. Then he grabbed my thighs and hauled me to the edge of the mattress.
The blunt head of his cock rested at my pucker for a beat as a surreal quiet settled over us. Our eyes locked, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t tell if Graham was as strung out as I was.
Probably not. He’d probably had dozens of guys in this exact situation, legs open wide and on the verge of begging. But something in his eyes made me think this was special. And maybe I was special—not the ordinary fuckup who’d bulldozed my way into his world…and his bed.
“I’m ready,” I whispered, tugging lightly on his tie. “Do it.”
Graham pushed, slowly inching his way till he was balls deep. “Shh. Relax. Breathe, love.”
He kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear, kissed my neck, my jaw, and finally slanted his mouth over mine, fusing our lips together. It was tender yet fierce, and I loved it almost as much as I loved the weight of him, the scratch of his beard, and the feel of his stiff and proper shirt against my stomach. Holy shit, he was incredible.
Pain receded in an instant, and pleasure washed over me in waves. I was half afraid I was going to come. It was that intense. But no way. I wasn’t a frisky teenager, and this wasn’t my first rodeo with this guy. I just…