Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"Borrowed. I borrowed your beer."
"Same difference," I growl, swooping to get a taste of that fucking mouth. She whimpers as soon as my lips touch hers, and I realize two things simultaneously. One, I was wrong earlier. I wasn't done for as soon as she stole our beer. I'm done for right now. And two, I need to hear her making that sound while she's coming all over me. Immediately.
I spin her in my arms, pressing her back against the counter until she's bowed over it, completely at my mercy.
"Goddamn," I groan, nipping her bottom lip. "You taste like sugar."
"You taste like beer."
"Had a glass before you stole it."
"Borrowed, Logan. Borrowed…oh!" Her hands fly to my hair, tugging when I boost her gorgeous ass up onto the island, fitting myself between her thick thighs.
Peyton Cloud does not play fair. As soon as I'm between her legs, she wraps them around my waist, using her grip on my hair to drag me back to her mouth. Her aggression is sexy as all hell. My cock has never been this fucking hard before…and I was a teenager with unfettered access to the internet once upon a time.
I lick into her mouth, growling at how fucking sweet she is. She responds by tentatively touching her tongue to mine. Something about the way she's so confident one minute and so shy the next sets my blood on fire.
I run my hands all over her, reveling in the way she responds to me. She's trembling beneath me, arching into my touch. Her head falls back on a moan when I roll one hard nipple between my fingers.
"Logan, oh my god. Keep doing that," she demands, squirming in bliss.
"I'd rather do it with my teeth."
"Yes. Do that instead."
I chuckle, reaching for the hem of her shirt.
"Wait!" Her eyes fly to mine, her expression suddenly nervous.
"I want to see this gorgeous body while I'm all over you," I murmur, stroking my thumbs along her sides. "I promise I'll be a gentleman."
"Liar." Her lips twitch before her expression softens. "You think I'm gorgeous?"
"I'm ready to come in my fucking pants just from touching you, Peyton." I grab her hand, placing it on my cock so she can feel the truth for herself. Her hand trembles beneath mine before she squeezes me. "Goddamn," I groan, bucking into her hand. "Keep that up, and that's exactly what's going to happen."
"I wouldn't mind. It's kind of hot," she whispers.
"I'd mind," I growl, leaning down to kiss her again. There's no way I'm coming in my pants when I could be coming in her. Fuck that noise.
My tongue tangles with hers, and any protests die on her lips. Maybe because she still has my dick in her hand, torturing me as she explores. I don't know. But she doesn't say a word when I tug her shirt up over her head. She does grumble when I remove her hand from my dick to pull the fabric the rest of the way off her body, though.
And that body? Fucking hell. I've always known I was into curvy women. Something about them is just fucking sexy to me. They're so soft, so damn beautiful. But Peyton is in a class of her own. She's all curves and translucent skin, too beautiful for words.
"Fuck," I whisper, pressing against her shoulder to lay her out on top of the island. "I need my mouth all over you right fucking now, angel."
"Logan," she whimpers, staring up at me like I'm the best thing since sliced bread. Her back settles against the cool marble and she arches upward, shivering.
I unhook the front clasp of her bra, spreading it open.
Heaven used to be the ice. It was game time and the energy of the crowd pulsing through the arena. That was a sad simile. This right here? Nirvana. Paradise. Heaven. The afterlife.
My name echoes around us as I fall on her like a mannerless beast, pulling her right nipple into my mouth. I can't help it. It's hard and pink and begging for attention. It basically needs me.
I torment it with attention, loving the way she groans and whimpers and practically begs me to keep going. As if I'm prepared to stop. I move to the other, giving it the same treatment as my hand slips down her body, touching her everywhere.
She's silk beneath my fingertips, as soft and sweet as I expected. And sensitive, too. She trembles when I trace lines across her belly, and whimpers when I grip her waist.
Her whole damn body flails when I slip my hand into her pants, teasing along the hem of her panties.
Those panties are going to be the death of me. They're lace. How the fuck am I supposed to resist her in lace? I can't. It's impossible.
"Please, please," she babbles.