Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
He trailed his mouth down the side of her face, over her ear where he let his tongue move along the shell, and stopped at the side of her neck, where her pulse beat frantically. He moved his hands to her shoulders and clenched his fingers around them, keeping her right where he wanted.
“Tell me you feel… all of this, too.” He continued to lick and nip and her flesh, and the light sprinkling of scruff along his jaw had her nipples tightening.
“Yes,” she breathed out that lone word and he pulled away to look down at her. A moment of silence passed between them before she spoke again. “I feel it too.” She licked her lips, knowing because she’d now admitted the truth there was no stopping this. “I want you, Alex. I want this.”
A prolonged second passed, one that made her think he’d stop what was building between them, that he’d turn her away and leave her standing here aching and needy and embarrassed as hell.
But when he groaned deeply, she knew he couldn’t control himself, that he didn’t want this to end. The same as her.
Alex took her mouth in a brutal kiss, and she moaned against his lips at the same time she felt his hand move down her body until he had his fingers curled around her waist. His touch felt like fire, and she wanted to burn alive in that moment.
For several long, drugging moments, all he did was fuck her mouth with his, slow and languid kisses, sweeping motions of his tongue against the seam of her lips before he plunged inside. It reminded her so much of sex by the way he thrust his tongue in and out, driving her arousal higher until she was clutching at him and mewling against his mouth. She was so slick between her thighs, wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
Over and over he did this, drawing out more wetness between her thighs until her panties were sticking to her folds, her inner thighs becoming damp from her slickness.
This was wrong. This was right. She should stop him. She should beg him to go further.
But all too soon Alex broke the kiss. Mary would have pleaded for more, shamelessly rubbed herself on him because she was too far gone, but the feeling of Alex’s hold on her told her he had no intentions of stopping anything.
“God, you make me so fucking hard,” he groaned as he pressed his thick, incredibly stiff cock against her belly, grinding that girthy, solid length into her soft flesh. “God, baby,” he groaned and kissed a trail over her cheek, her jawline, and went right back to her mouth. “I’m so damn sorry for making you feel less than what you are, Mary.” He pulled back, both of them panting. She wanted to tell him to shut up, that she didn’t want to think about anything but right here and right now. But the look in his eyes had her holding her breath. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he said again with more emphasis, as if he needed her to believe him over and over again.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “I know I shouldn’t touch you, that I don’t deserve to know how you feel and taste, but I can’t help myself. I can’t stop myself.” He dragged his teeth up and down her throat, causing a sting of pain to burst within her, but then he smoothed his tongue along the sensual abuse until pleasure took the front seat. “I want this, right now, Mary. I need you to give it to me.” He continued to thrust his dick against her belly, and she let her head fall back against the wall.
Their breathing was that same identical and erratic tempo. Sweat coated her flesh, beads sliding down her spine, between the valley of her breasts.
“God, I need this, Mary. I need you and I know you do, too.” He slid his lips along her jawline, over her cheek, and pressed his mouth to hers, not fully kissing, just letting the flesh touch. “Since the moment I saw you in my house that night I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” He rolled his hips, digging his cock against her once more. A small gasp, then a moan of pleasure left her.
He felt so big and thick… So hard that her nipples tightened further, pressing against the tight elastic of her top, and threatening to tear right through the material.
“Alex,” she moaned, knowing that what she was about to say could never be taken back, but they’d feel so right to utter. She knew that without a doubt. That skittering around each other, trying to pretend like what was moving between them could be ignored was a futile attempt of trying to keep control in her life.