Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I’m not sure exactly what to do in this position or how to move, so I do a little grind. “Oh!”
“Just do what feels good,” he says as if reading my mind.
I swirl my hips and slide up and down on him as my pleasure mounts. My body grows hotter and slicker, and I can’t stop. I plant my hands on his shoulders, my feet flat on the sofa, and I slide up and down over and over and over until my legs quiver, and then the pleasure shoots out of me.
I can’t stop, though, even as I clench and squeeze around Shades, I can’t stop moving. My body won’t let me, neither of us willing to let this moment end.
“Ah, fuck, Letty.” He grips my hips when my legs start to go slack, and he pumps up into me, fast and deep, which only prolongs my orgasm. My body is out of control, convulsing as if I’m having some kind of fit, a glorious, earth-shattering fit that disassembles me and puts me back together again.
“Shades,” I moan and grip his shoulders. “Oh my goodness. This feels so, so good!” I shatter again and collapse on his chest while his hips continue to thrust until his body jerks with the now-familiar sensation of his own orgasm. His hips jerk in clumsy movements while profanity drips from his lips.
I smile, knowing I’m the cause of it. I gasp at the sensation of his pleasure inside my body. He spurts hot liquid inside of me, and it feels more intimate than it should. I hug him close and savor this moment, relish in it until his body goes slack beneath me.
“Letty,” he sighs as his hands rub gentle circles on my back. His lips touch my cheek and my jaw as if this man, big, strong, and fierce, can’t get enough of me.
“I’m not sure I can move,” I tell him honestly.
He laughs. “Now you’re just stroking my ego, babe.” His hands and lips are still all over me, and I never want him to stop.
“Is that what I stroked,” I say, grinning, “your ego?”
He laughs and kisses the top of my head, holding me close as our breathing returns to normal. “You are one of a kind, Letty.”
I push off his chest and look at him. “Really?”
He nods. “Fuck, yeah. You’re gorgeous and sexy, and you don’t even know it. So innocent but so hot. I’ll be jerking off in the shower later to the way you fucked my face.”
I bury my face in his chest. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Sorry. I’ll beat off to the way you rode my face like a cowgirl.”
My body shivers at his words, and I pulse around him.
“Looks like I’m not the only one,” he laughs and smacks my backside. “Let’s take a quick shower,” he says and stands with me in his arms, our bodies still connected. He carries me up the stairs like this until we reach my en suite bathroom.
“You can’t take a shower with those bandages,” I insist, and he lets me down. “I’ll give you a sponge bath.”
My body shakes with tension and need as I clean him, an act that feels more intimate than tasting him, especially when his mouth doesn’t leave my breasts the entire time. Then two fingers slip inside of me while he lavishes attention on my breasts until I have another orgasm.
“Wow.”
“You just don’t quit, babe. Like a fucking orgasm machine,” he smiles. “A challenge I will happily accept.”
Heat creeps up my body, and I cover my face.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Letty. I love that I can turn you on, give you so much fucking pleasure so quickly. It’s all I want to do,” he growls and stands, walking forward and forcing me to walk backward until I tumble onto my mattress. “Let’s see if I can make you come again.”
He kneels down between my legs, leaving half of my body hanging over the edge of the bed, and starts to feast on me, to lick me from my opening to the most sensitive part of my clit. My body is tight with need and tension, and I reach for Shades as my legs wrap around his neck.
“Oh my…fuck!” I blurt out.
He growls at the expletive, and his big hands cup my bottom as if he’s drinking from a bowl. My pleasure is imminent.
And then his phone rings. Stupid phone.
“Be quiet,” he instructs and answers the phone, replacing his mouth with his fingers.
“Yeah?” His brows move up as he listens to the caller, but his arm never stops pumping, sending two thick fingers deeper and deeper inside of me.
“I’m on my way,” he growls.
I pause and look at him. “You have to go.”
He smiles. “Soon enough,” he says and puts his mouth back where I want him while his fingers keep pumping inside of me.