Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I’m intrigued by his attempt to coax another orgasm from me prior to intercourse, but I’m not hopeful he’ll succeed. As good as this thing he’s doing with his fingers feels, I’m certain the only thing that could get me off again is that cock of his, thrusting deep inside me and banging on the very spot he’s currently—
Oh, Jesus.
Whoa.
Wow.
What the hell is happening to me?
Out of nowhere, I feel a sharp tightening inside me again. Only this time, even more acutely, and from an even deeper place inside me than before.
I grip the comforter beneath me, steadying myself for the orgasm that’s clearly going to throttle me, any minute now, while Grayson’s breathing next to me becomes ragged with increased excitement.
“You’re a goddess,” he whispers into my ear, as his fingers manipulate me without mercy. “You’re perfect, Selena. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
With that, he speeds up the tempo of his fingers inside me, ever so slightly, causing my toes to curl and my eyes to roll back. A second later, a tsunami of pleasure crashes inside me, sending waves of ecstasy ripping through me.
As I scream and writhe, Grayson bites my hard nipples. And when my orgasm subsides, he breathlessly grabs one of the condoms we stopped to purchase on the way here, crawls over me on the bed, brings my thighs to rest on his shoulders, places his thick mushroom tip at my wet, yearning entrance, and, with his eyes laser-focused on mine, burrows his thick cock deep, deep, deep inside me, all the way, making me growl with pleasure as he stretches and fills me to the absolute brink.
As Grayson’s body rocks in and out of mine, I clutch his forearms feverishly, reveling in every delicious sensation. As his thrusts pick up steam and become animalistic, as our moans become louder and more desperate, I reach through a gap in our gyrating bodies and caress his balls and taint, instantly driving him to obvious madness.
But just when I think he’s going to come undone, Grayson abruptly pulls out of me, panting like an Olympic sprinter. With a sexy grunt, he flips me over onto my hands and knees, and begins eating me out from behind, while simultaneously fucking me with his fingers.
Holy fucking shit!
I never would have guessed the mild-mannered man from the bar would fuck like a goddamned beast! I thought I’d have to take the lead and coach him through some basics, which I wouldn’t have minded doing at all. But nope. Here I am, having the best sex of my life—on the cusp of coming an unheard of third time—and I haven’t had to teach this talented boy a goddamned thing!
As I continue moaning and trying not to crash face-first into the mattress, Grayson suddenly does something that shocks me. Something that shouldn’t shock me, given our text conversation, but apparently I’m not in my right mind at the moment. He bites my ass. And, holy hell, it has the exact effect on me I told him it would.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he mutters behind me, his voice husky. “I want to devour every fucking inch of you, Selena.”
As I yelp my enthusiastic reply, he thankfully plunges his full length inside me—so deeply from our new position, I can’t help crying out in reply in ecstasy and shock.
Grayson thrusts once, twice, three times. Hard. With his hands gripping my hips to ensure maximum depth of his body’s invasion. And, just like that, I’m wracked by an explosion of pleasure that’s so intense, it sends warm liquid physically spurting out of me from the precise spot Grayson is fucking me. Did I just squirt?
Not surprisingly, Grayson comes right after me, reaching around to pinch my nipple, as he does. Until, finally, we both collapse onto the bed into a sweaty, tangled, breathless heap.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Damn.”
“Leave Jesus out of it,” he retorts. “That was all me, baby.”
I giggle. “Sorry. You’re so right. Grayson. Damn.”
He slides off me, pointedly looking toward the nightstand. So, I look over there, too, assuming he’s looking at the clock. Currently, it reads 12:37.
“When’s check-out tomorrow?” he asks.
“Eleven, I think.”
He sighs with disappointment. And I can’t deny, I’m feeling the same way. After sex that good, if I could stop time and spend the entire week in this hotel room with this hunky man, I’d leap at the chance.
“Do you think we could get a late check-out?” he asks. “I mean, if you don’t have somewhere you need to be in the morning. Since this is only a one-time thing, I want to maximize my classroom time with you, Hot Teacher.”
I giggle and place my palm on his bare chest. “There’s no need for you to call me that anymore, honey. At least, when it comes to sex. Obviously, you don’t need the slightest bit of instruction from me.”