Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
This wasn’t imaginary.
Reaching around with my other arm, I jerked her against me, pressing her hard against the length of my body as the kiss deepened. My cock was a rock against her stomach, urgent and desperate. Guess things weren’t going so slow for the first time after all . . .
Letting her hair fall free, I reached down to grab her ass, boosting her into my arms. Tinker’s legs wrapped tight around my waist as I laid her down on the couch, grinding into her the whole time.
No more waiting.
No more interruptions and no more lies.
Sliding my hand down between our bodies, I backed off just enough to unzip her shorts. Her panties were wet for me already.
I wanted a taste of that.
Somehow I managed to break off the kiss, sliding off her to kneel beside the couch. An instant later I had her shorts off and her legs draped over my shoulders, right where they belonged. ’Bout fuckin’ time I got to see her pussy, considering how much mental energy I’d put into imagining it. She kept it trimmed neatly, but not totally bare, which worked for me just fine.
Good enough to eat, in fact.
Leaning forward, I spread her lips wide with my fingers as my tongue started to explore. She smelled good—Christ, is there anything better than fresh cunt?—and tasted even better. I licked her slowly, playing with the tiny nub of her clit.
“That’s really good,” she gasped, and I felt one of her hands digging into my hair. Guess turnabout was fair play. I sucked her hard for a minute, then licked again as she gasped. Then I did it again, following her cues until her gasps came closer together and I knew she was close.
I wanted to finish it for her, but I couldn’t hold out.
Not any longer.
Pulling away, I rubbed her gently with my thumb as I grabbed my jeans to get a condom. Holding her gaze steadily, I ripped the package open with my teeth, pulling the rubber free and then rolling it down the length of my cock. Tinker’s cheeks were flushed, and those glorious tits—tits I still hadn’t seen, an oversight I planned to take care of just as soon as possible—heaved with every breath.
Grasping her hips, I jerked her to the edge of the couch and pulled her legs over my shoulders again. Then I fit the head of my cock to her opening and slowly started pushing deep inside.
TINKER
He was big.
Bigger than I expected, even though I’d had my mouth wrapped around him earlier. I guess things tighten up inside when you’re abstinent long enough, because it felt almost like the first time as he slid deep inside.
And he was deep, believe me.
He leaned forward, stretching my legs as he loomed over my body, pinning me down. I had a moment of realization—he was in control now, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
Fortunately, stopping wasn’t on my agenda.
Gage pulled out, then shoved back in again, harder this time. I gasped at the force of him filling me perfectly. I’d been so empty for so long—this was perfect. Reaching down, I rubbed my clit, hovering at the edge of coming. But I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted more of this delicious tension, this buildup toward an explosion that would only get bigger if I held it off, so I pulled my fingers away.
“No,” Gage grunted, catching my eyes and holding them. They were dark with need and desire and something else I couldn’t quite read.
Something intense and almost terrifying.
“I want to see you come,” he said. “I need to see you come. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Tinker girl.”
“It’s not up to you,” I whispered, and he smiled, then reached down between us, dark and terrible things written in his eyes.
“It’s always up to me, babe. From now on.”
I opened my mouth to argue with him, but his thumb found my clit, pushing down on it expertly right as he thrust deep inside, filling me entirely. The tension that’d been hovering right on the edge outward as my back arched. Release hit, hard and fast, carrying me with it as I cried out.
“Perfect,” Gage grunted, moving faster inside me. I clenched down on him, lingering waves of pleasure washing through me as I rode out my orgasm. So good. So much better than touching myself. A thousand times better, or maybe a hundred thousand times better.
I’d missed this.
You never had this, a tiny voice whispered in my head, and I had to acknowledge the truth. Brandon couldn’t have gotten me off like that if his life depended on it.
“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous when you come,” he grunted, pounding into me. It was rough and hard—almost animalistic—and with the way he had me folded up I couldn’t really even move. Not that it mattered. I was so overwhelmed and full and satisfied that I wanted to purr. Or something. I collapsed back, ready to let him use me for his own enjoyment when he caught me off guard by reaching between us again.