Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I let out a breath, reminding myself to relax. But it’s hard when I’m wound so tight from wanting him this way. My cheeks heat as I murmur the invitation, “You…maybe, you could touch them.”
He takes my breasts in his hands, the ample mounds overflowing. They feel so heavy with him touching them. He runs his thumbs across my puckered peaks, and I groan at the contact.
He glances at me, and I give him an encouraging nod. “Feels really good to have you touching them.”
Trace runs his thumb along them again then dips his head. He presses soft, tender kisses to the valley of my chest before he moves to my breasts.
He continues kissing until he reaches my nipple where he circles it with his tongue. Then he sucks it into his mouth, and I moan so loudly that it should be embarrassing, but this feels so good. Even better than when I imagined it in the bathroom after my shower.
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling on his silky strands. “Trace, Trace, that’s so good.”
He rasps his teeth over the sensitive bud, the move making me cry out in pleasure. Why did we waste yesterday cleaning up his place? We could have spent it kissing and touching each other. We could have been doing this in his bed last night.
Trace releases my breast with a wet pop and stares down at it. He blows on my reddened nipple, a smirk lighting up his features when he sees it harden even more. “You like this.”
I squirm on his lap, unable to keep still any longer. I rub against his hardness. He’s so big everywhere else, it makes me wonder if his cock is big too. Big and thick and powerful, like his fingers. Just the thought is driving me wild. “Touch me in my panties.”
He stills and for a moment, I don’t think he’ll do it. I worry I’ve pushed him too far too fast. But after a few seconds, he asks in a strained voice, “Are you sure?”
I whimper and press kisses to the side of his neck. “Please, need you.”
“Fuck, fuck,” he murmurs and then he’s reaching for my blue jeans. He pops the button open easily and shoves his hand into my panties. He groans as he touches my sopping wet center. “You needed this? Needed me touching your pussy?”
“Yes,” I cry out, riding his hand with no shame. I need my mountain man. I’ll always need him to chase away the ache, to make it better.
I suck the hot skin of his neck into my mouth, running my tongue across him. He tastes salty and musky and male. I can’t help but wonder if his cock would taste the same way on my tongue. The thought has me grazing my teeth along the column of his throat at the same moment he shoves one of his big fingers inside of my pussy. He’s filling me, owning me, possessing me and nothing has ever felt so right in my life.
Trace uses the pad of his thumb to rub my clit as he continues thrusting his finger into my channel. The room is filled with the wet sounds of his hands on me and his harsh breathing and our frantic heartbeats. I love the filthy soundtrack.
I whimper at the sensation of his fingers touching me in my most intimate area. “Keep…that’s…amazing.”
I can feel his body tense. The muscles in his thighs tighten and his shoulders are rigid. His jaw is locked so tight that he might just crack a molar as he grinds out, “Come for me.”
I’m not sure if it’s a plea or a command. It doesn’t matter because the moment he says those words I’m tensing around his finger, my orgasm rolling through me. It’s fierce and powerful, the storm finally breaking. Pleasure consumes me, and I hump his hand, not caring about anything but chasing that high.
When I finally still, all the tension has drained from my body, and I bury my face in his neck. I never imagined it would feel like that. Sure, I’ve read a few books about sex but without any female friends, I had no one to talk with. I never expected it to feel so wonderful.
“You did good,” Trace murmurs as he pulls his hands from my panties like I was the one making an effort. Still, his words fill me with satisfaction. I think…I want to be his good girl. I want to earn his praise every day.
He rearranges my clothes and it’s only then I realize that he didn’t get off. “Can I do that for you? I mean, it’d be my first time, but I can give it a try. If you show me what you like—”
He shakes his head, a soft pink tinge coloring his cheeks underneath his beard. “Uh, that’s not necessary.”