Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
His hot mouth transferred to the other nipple, and my hands found their way into his hair, giving it a good yank when his seeking hand found my cotton covered core. Scratch that. They were no longer cotton covered anything when James’ hand fisted the flimsy fabric, and wrenched them from my body.
I jolted at the surprise, and reared up. My nipple escaped his mouth, and I looked down at him in astonishment. “You just tore my favorite pair of panties!”
His smile was definitely non-repentant. “I’ll buy you another pair.” He said just before fisting my hair, looping the ends around his fist, and pulling me carefully forward.
“My first boyfriend got me those panties! They have sentimental value!” I said in mock outrage.
I wasn’t really. I’d gotten them at the dollar store the first week I was in Kilgore. He didn’t need to know that though.
“Good riddance.” James murmured right before his mouth settled on mine.
I’ve had three sexual encounters in my life. Once with my high school boyfriend of five months. Once with a one night stand. And then there was Zander, who was the most selfish person on the face of the planet, so I never counted his sex. He was a stick it in and come kind of guy.
James was definitely not. Just from one simple kiss, I was so very close to tipping over the edge into an orgasm that I pulled away. My hips, however, did not stop their grinding, and I saw stars.
“Jesus, that’s all it took? Just your pretty little pussy rubbing up against my dick?” James asked, breathless from our kiss.
My hands went to the bottom of my camisole, and yanked it over my head. My breasts sprang free, and with no obstacle in his way, James latched onto them again with a voraciousness that surprised me.
“We can’t do this on here.” James said in between breasts.
“Watch me.”
Although it took some doing, I finally maneuvered myself to where my feet were planted firmly on the floor on either side of James body. Lifting up, I started fiddling with his belt to get it off. After three failed attempts to get the belt free, I finally glared at James. He tried to wipe the smile off his face, but didn’t quite manage it in time.
When I started to get off him, he reared up and wrapped his hands around my hips again. “Relax. It’s a police belt. It’s not meant to come off easily.”
With deft movements, he used his one free hand to work the belt loose of the loop. The clinging signaled he’d worked it free, then his hips lifted as he ripped the belt out from under his body. It hit the floor with a dull thud, and he lifted his arms so his fingers were gripping the wooden slat at the very top.
“Be gentle with me.” He rasped.
“Oh, this won’t hurt your leg in the least. Now that dick of yours....” I trailed off as I saw the ‘dick’ under question.
“Jesus,” I exclaimed. “I’m not really sure how this works.”
“How what works? You’ve never had sex before?” James asked, looking quite alarmed.
“Of course I’ve had sex!” I practically yelled. “What I haven’t had sex with, though, is a man with a piece of metal in his junk.”
“It’s the same concept, sweetheart. Just ease onto my cock. The piercing does its own work. It’d help if you got it nice and wet with your mouth first, however.”
I looked into his eyes to see if he was joking, but only need shined through. Shuffling back on my feet, I bent down and gave his cock head an experimental lick before fisting his hard length in my hand. My fingers encountered the piercing that had a starring role in my fantasies over the past few months, and I ran one finger around the top bead of the piercing.
The metal, warmed by his skin, was smooth. “Doesn’t this affect how you pee?” I asked just as I let my mouth sink down on his fat cock.
His strangled reply amused me. “Not unless I’m hard.”
Running my free hand down the length of his cock, I let my other wander down to cup his ball sack, and tug it lightly. He involuntary forced himself into my mouth, and I withdrew to take a breath.
“What kind of piercing is this?” I asked on my next lick that went down the length of his shaft.
“Reverse Prince Albert.” He gasped as I took his cock back into my mouth. The head of his cock met the back of my throat, the metal ball making the feeling incredibly weird.
James’ strangled cry made me laugh. “Can you fucking ride me already? I’m dying here.”
I let his dick slip from my mouth and stood. The knit skirt I was wearing fell, concealing my lady bits from his viewing pleasure. His response was to jackknife out of the hammock, place his own feet down onto the floor, and yank the skirt up until it was just under my breasts.
I’m sure he’d have taken it all the way off if he could’ve done it without standing and putting pressure on his leg. “Impatient are we?” I asked.
“I’ve been fucking coming in my sleep again like a damn teenager to dreams of you and how you taste. You have no goddamn clue how embarrassing that is. I can’t get the taste of you out of my mind. I torture myself all day long wondering if you taste the same as you did that day.” He groaned as he fell back to the hammock.
“Maybe we can do that later. Right now, I want to fuck your brains out.” I said softly before taking my abandoned position back up.
The head of his cock kissed my entrance, and just as I was about to sink down, he stopped me with a firm grip on my hips.
“Fuck,” James said trying to sit up again. “I need to go get a condom.”
“Only if you really want to. I’m clean. I had to have some tests run before I came here. I didn’t have any diseases, and I’ve been on birth control for a really long time.” I said, hoping beyond hope he didn’t ask me why I needed testing before I came here.