Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
God, she was on fire. Shudders wracked her body as I found my tempo, fucking her with my fingers with the same intensity I used to fuck her with my mouth.
The pitch of her moans changed abruptly, and the hand in my hair clenched so tight, it painfully pulled and twisted strands. She liked what I was doing so much, maybe it bordered on too much.
Her whole body quaked as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, slick with her arousal. I reveled in the way she gulped air and moved against my mouth, trying to grind against my lips.
Jesus, was there anything sexier than this?
I got my answer when she gasped suddenly. “Oh, my God. I’m gonna come.”
Yes, yes, yes, I chanted in my head.
The muscles inside her clamped on my fingers as it happened. She let out a series of moans, like wave after wave of ecstasy was washing over her, and I had to hold perfectly still to stop myself from losing control.
Watching her orgasm?
Well, that was sexiest thing ever.
Tension drifted out of her body as she lay on the stone wall, her heavy breathing slowing and evening out. I turned my head slightly and dropped a kiss on her inner thigh before rising to my feet. She stared up at me, her hair hanging over the edge of the wall, dressed only in her boots and a skirt pushed to her waist.
I’d never forget the image of her like this as long as I lived. It was so hot, it seared into my brain.
Her fingers reached for me before tangling with the buttons on my shirt as she pulled me down to her. As our lips met, she began to work the buttons free, one by one. I took control of the kiss while she focused on that, and I wanted to smile at how my kiss distracted her. Her fingers were slow and clumsy, but once she had the last one undone, she arched her back, flattening her cooling skin to my bare chest.
We inhaled together, enjoying the contact.
It caused her to break the kiss and tuck her head into the crook of my neck. Her raspy voice flooded my ear, and it came out in a rush, like she wanted to say it before she lost the courage. “Do you have a condom?”
I held perfectly still, trying to steel my reaction. “I do.” I coursed a hand down her mostly nude body, loving how she responded to it. Seduction filled my voice. “You want me to use it?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
My cock jerked again, and lava poured through my body. This new man I was becoming with her wasn’t shy about using his words. “You want me to fuck you,” I clarified, “right here, right now?”
With our chests pressed together, I could feel her heart racing. “Oh, God, yes.”
I exhaled loudly against the thrill that shot through me, and then I straightened to shove a hand in the back pocket of my sagging jeans. It didn’t take me long to extract the foil packet from my wallet, but my hands shook as I did it.
Could she read my mind? I’d wanted her skirt gone, and while I tore open the wrapper on the condom, Chelsea found the zipper and pulled her skirt off. It was added to the discard pile, leaving her naked except for her fuck-me boots.
I pushed my jeans down so they hung around my thighs and rolled the latex over my cock, watching her as she waited on top of my coat. Did she like how the satiny lining felt on her bare skin? She looked so fucking good like that.
When I was ready, I put my hands under her knees and slid her closer to the edge of the wall, only to feel the tremble in her legs. Concern tightened in my chest.
I said it as softly as possible, not wanting to break the spell surrounding us. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” A nervous smile flashed across her lips, and she set a hand on my chest. “I’m only shaking because I want you so badly.”
Fucking hell.
I ringed my cock with one hand and looked down between her legs, lining myself up before pressing forward. Inch by slow, delicious inch, I took her, fitting myself tightly into the scorching heat of her body.
My vision blurred from how good it felt. So impossibly good—and it had to be the same for her. Needy whines of pleasure spilled from her mouth as I advanced. She trailed her fingernails down my chest, moaning with satisfaction.
As soon as I’d buried myself as deep inside as I could go, I began my retreat, and—holy fuck—that felt just as good. I widened my stance as much as my jeans would allow and braced my hands on her spread thighs.