Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Pulling away, she lets her thighs fall open like a butterfly, and I get a good look at her, the soft pink flush against milky pale skin, the dark curls just above her clit. Damn. I could look at her like this all fucking day and never get tired of it.
Her eyes widen as they skim over my achingly hard cock and up my chest, stopping at my mouth. I wipe it with the back of my hand, then lick it clean.
She bites her lip, and I lean over and kiss her, tasting her cunt and her mouth at the same time. Her hands clutch onto my shoulders, and before I realize what’s happened, she’s set me off balance and pulled me down on top of her.
I brace myself on either side of her body and grin down at her face, expecting to see my own dreamy expression mirrored in hers, but I don’t. She’s looking at me the same way she was before, all need and urgent hunger, and just that look shoots heat through me, thickening my hard cock further.
“What are you doing, Pantry Girl?”
“Oh nothing, just trying to get my boyfriend to fuck me …”
She tugs me into a quick kiss, then trails her mouth over my chin, blazing a fire of sin across my neck. Fuck me. I could think of lots of other things to do with that mouth.
“I don’t think you mean that,” I reply.
“But I do. I want you to fuck me, Lee.” Her seductive words skate across my skin.
Morally, I know it’s wrong to continue, to fuck her while she’s under the influence, but on the other hand, I want her just as badly as she wants me. I clench my jaw and weigh my options while she continues to kiss me with that perfect mouth of hers. Seeing her so free and expressive like this is better than I could’ve ever imagined.
“Stop overthinking it.” As if it’s that easy.
If she were anyone else, I would’ve done it by now, but then again, I had yet to fuck a woman because I hadn’t found one I wanted to stick my dick in yet. That and the desire to piss off my parents outweighed any need for pussy. Can’t knock someone up and accidentally fulfill my parents’ wishes to produce an heir if you aren’t fucking the right sex.
“Fuck, Salem. I’m over here trying to be a gentleman. Are you trying to see how much I can take before I break?” I grit out as she sucks on a sensitive spot at my neck.
“I didn’t ask you to be a gentleman. I want you, all of you, every inch.”
I blink down, tugging her away so I can see her face. Fuck. Her pupils are dilated, and she’s still got this lustful look on her face. She’s still under the influence of my anxiety meds, still compromised, but … she grinds against my thigh, rocking her hips forward, and I want that warmth, her fucking arousal soaking my cock.
As I try to wrangle some semblance of control over myself, I stare down between our bodies, where my hard cock lies pressed between us. We fit together so perfectly. I might not have fucked a woman before, but I can feel how easy it would be to slip inside her and feel her cunt clutch around me until she’s whimpering.
Her teeth rake down my collarbone and over my chest, and I clench my jaw, grinding my teeth together to stop myself from sinking deep inside her.
“Pantry Girl …” I groan. “You’ll regret this …”
“I promise I won’t.” She licks her lips and smiles at me, then tugs me forward, her glazed expression roaming over my face. “I want you. All of you. Please?”
Shit. Does that count as consent? What if I don’t come? Just enter her enough to take the edge off? Watch her unravel again? I press up out of her hold, and she whimpers. There’s no walking away from her. Not right now, when I’m so close to the edge. If she regrets this later, then so be it. “Shirt. Off. Now. I want to see those nipples, taste them, bite them.”
She blinks a few times, like she’s surprised at my request, then scrambles to remove her shirt, her gloves catching in the fabric. I have no idea why, but the sight of her in nothing but those latex gloves is a bigger turn-on than I thought it would be.
Or maybe it’s just her.
I ease my weight back on top of her, and she butterflies her thighs open again, welcoming me against her body. She’s so warm and slick. All at once, I’m hit with anxiety. My stomach twists into a knot, tightening by the second.
What if I come too fast? What if I don’t make her come before I do? What if I hurt her?