Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
But he just lifted me off of him and said, “Get your ass upstairs so I can fuck you again the way I want to.”
The growl in his voice sent a shiver straight back to my pussy. It didn’t matter that I’d come twice in quick succession. I was more than ready to do it again.
“Hot tub time!” the first cowboy cried.
I laughed. “All yours.” And then I scampered out of the hot tub.
Whitt discreetly pulled his shorts back on and followed me out as it was commandeered by the rodeo guys. I wrapped a towel around my chest while Whitt grabbed the bottle of wine, tossed our glasses, and then took my hand, all but dragging me toward the exit.
We were both still dripping wet when we stumbled into the empty elevator. I fumbled for our floor number as he slammed me backward into the wall. Our mouths fit together as he kissed me. My body molded to his. Two pieces coming together to become one.
His hand slid low, pushing aside my towel and cupping my pussy. I gasped against him, and he just grinned.
“Going to own this tonight, baby.”
I purred against his chest, “Yes, sir.”
The elevator dinged open. Whitt grabbed my hand again, and together, we hurried down the hall to the only room available in the entire establishment. Even if we’d had two rooms, we only would have used one. He tapped the key card against the entrance, and we fell inside.
Towels dropped on the floor. I pulled the strings of my bikini top, letting it follow. My bottoms went next and then his shorts. My jaw dropped open at the sight of his cock in all its glory. The water had not done it justice, and my pussy clenched in shock that I’d been able to handle all of that. Let alone on top of him.
“Come here,” he growled.
His hand snaked out to grasp the back of my neck and tug me into him. Our lips collided once more as we fell backward onto the bed. His hips settled between my spread legs. His cock poised to take what he’d already claimed.
“So much for deciding who gets the bed,” I teased as I nipped at his bottom lip.
“If I had it my way, you’d be on my cock all night.”
“Have it your way.”
He smirked. “Think you can handle me all night, baby?”
He punctuated his question by rubbing his hard cock against the folds of my pussy. I shuddered at the friction. The feel of my own wetness coating him. The rough brush against my already-sensitive clit.
“Only one way to find out,” I challenged.
He grinned, a wicked thing like I’d never seen on his features. It made me want to get on my knees and beg. I’d crawl for him. I’d do anything he wanted if only he would give me all that his solid body and dirty mouth were offering.
He pulled back then. I made a sound of protest, but he just grabbed my hips and flipped me over. I scrambled onto all fours.
“Ass up,” he commanded as he pushed my head down into the mattress.
His hands moved over the bottom of my ass. I knew it was a sight to behold. I did enough squats and dead lifts and hip thrusts to make it as round and juicy as it was. All those days of sweating in the gym had really paid off for this moment. I was going to have to tell my personal trainer that I had a new ambition. Not just having the greatest ass possible, but an ass that would make Whitt Wright want to spank it. A girl had to have goals.
I saw God the first time he thrust into me. My body could barely contain him at this angle. It was as deep as it would go. I could practically feel his cock in my stomach.
My hands clenched into the white hotel comforter. “Fuck.”
Maybe he was right. He’d called my bluff. I wasn’t sure I could handle him all night. Not if I had to walk tomorrow. Or drive back to Lubbock. Oh fuck.
“That’s right,” he said, thrusting in and out again. “Let your filthy pussy take it. Take it all. Every”—he slammed into me harder—“single”—again—“inch.”
I rocked forward with the force of his last thrust. I was incoherent with need as he railed into me. His hands tugging my hips backward as he moved inside of me. The wet smacking of his balls against my clit. My vision went in and out, and it took all of my strength to not let my arms give out.
Before our time in the hot tub, I would have said there was no way he could bring me to climax twice. Let alone three times. Now, I was bent forward at the waist—my face in the mattress, his hands on my ass, his cock buried in my pussy—and I was pretty sure he could make me come until I saw heavenly bodies.