Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Her smile. God, her smile. “Knock yourself out.”
I intend to knock both of us out. But not in here. I’ve had her in the kitchen, more than once. But the gym? This is going to be fun. I kiss her hard and walk us out, moaning my approval at her keen tongue whipping through my mouth greedily. Lowering her to her feet, I encourage her backward until we’re by my rowing machine. I let my lips leave hers and kiss my way to her ear. “Fancy a workout?”
“What did you have in mind?” she asks, shuddering as I lick the shell of her ear. I separate us and step back, removing my shorts and freeing my aching dick. I give her a moment to take me in, encouraged by the unadulterated need radiating back at me. She eventually makes it to my eyes, and I indicate behind her with a little flick of my head.
She turns, looks across my gym equipment, and I wait for the penny to drop. But when she faces me again, I can see she’s clueless. Come on, Ava. I raise my brows, and her expression is riddled with a fleeting frown and unsure amusement, before realization descends. “Oh.” She exhales, immediately squirming, as I move in and claim her, leading her to the rowing machine. Rowing has never been my thing. I have a feeling that’s going to change.
I lower to the seat and smile when her eyes root to my imposing erection standing to attention. I pull her forward and get her into position, standing over me, my hand lifting to her breast and massaging gently.
She goes lax, her head dropping, her chest pumping.
“Ava,” I breathe, tingling everywhere in anticipation. “You fucking kill me.” She finds it in herself to look at me, and it’s a look I’ll never tire of. Surrender. “I love you.” I take her hips gently, smiling to myself when she twitches. “I love how you flinch when I touch you here.” I love how she flinches when I touch her anywhere. “I love how wet you are for me here.” Completely saturated, begging. I slip a finger inside of her and my groan blends with her moan as I push high, the soft, spongy walls of her vagina welcoming me again. “I love how you taste.” I lick her essence away and swallow it down, before encouraging her onto my lap, my cock slipping into her so fucking easily. Like she’s used to me. Like her body accepts me willingly. Like it’s all it knows. She whimpers, breathing into my face. “I love how it feels to be inside you.” Nothing will ever beat it. “Wrap your legs around me,” I order, shaking with the effort not to grind into her as she follows my instruction, circling me with her long, slender legs. “I. Love. You.” I push my feet into the floor, gliding us up the runner to the end, anticipation for the buffer that’ll stop us having me biting my lip. And then it happens, and I am far from prepared for it. I suck back air and close my eyes, gathering myself before I come. Jesus. My cheeks puff out, every muscle I have firming up to find some control, my cock spasming. I open my eyes. She’s watching me. Watching me struggle. Watching me prepare for movement. And then she kisses me, and it both settles and stimulates me.
“I love you,” she mumbles around my mouth, and despite her kiss being earth moving, I have to pull away, just to look into her eyes and see that love. And so she can see the appreciation in mine.
“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me,” I whisper, getting us moving up the runner. “Do you need me?”
We hit the top and exhale our pleasure in unison. “I need you.” Her voice shakes.
“That makes me happy too. Again?”
“Please.”
We hit the end, and my moan is broken, my hands flexing on her hips, the deepness of our connection mind spinning. I give us no time to gather ourselves before the next jolt, taking us back up the rail to the top, bracing myself.
“Oh,” she gasps, her jaw tight, her body tighter.
“I know.” Fuck, this is good. “More?”
“Yes,” she says, eager, attacking my mouth ravenously, all control, if there was any left, now lost.
Which means my meticulous moves are no longer measured, my restraint gone. We hit the top, this time with power neither of us are prepared for, and I bark over a cough, as Ava gives up my lips for the sanctuary of my shoulder, crying out into my flesh, her face turning in and out of my neck repeatedly.
“Oh shit.” My legs take on a mind of their own, sending us on another fast glide up the machine to the top. Every hit pushes her boobs harder into my chest and my dick deeper into her pussy. Stars start to pop into my vision. Fuck. My feet push into the floor once more, eager for that sharp smash of our bodies. She fists my hair, anchoring herself, her hot, breathy pants on my shoulder burning my skin.