Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
He nudges my thighs wider on the edge of the bed, spreading me open.
I toss my head back but make sure I never stop watching him as he relentlessly devours me. His eyes are locked on mine as he licks and sucks and teases and nibbles, the bottom half of his face buried in me.
Then the feeling starts to overpower me, and my belly quivers, and I can’t control myself. I writhe on the bed, arching and bucking in time to his tongue’s lapping. I coil my fingers in his thick hair and push his face into my sex. And just when I think it can’t get better, he slides a finger inside me.
And holy shit.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “Yes … right there … keep doing that …”
He slowly eases another finger into me, making me shudder uncontrollably. He slides them in and out in time to my thrusts against him, and all the while his mouth is nipping and nibbling on my clit.
I don’t want him to stop. I want release. I’m coming to the edge again, and I can’t back down now. I scream into the pillow, sobbing and arching and bucking against his face so violently I slide off the bed, and he catches me in his arms, holding me against it.
“Oh God, please...” I’m begging him. Please what? I don’t even know what I want from him. Just more of this.
Suddenly I’m exploding. Screaming and sobbing and falling to pieces, with his tongue buried deep inside me. He carries me over to oblivion, staying there to make sure I’m okay. Then he climbs up my shuddering body, the stubble around his mouth glistening with my juices. I’m blushing, hard and hot.
“Oh my God,” I murmur, my body still convulsing.
His hand slides between my legs, fingering my clit, and then slowly, he delves a finger into me. I gasp as a fever shoots through every one of my nerves. His finger slides slowly and rhythmically, in and out of me, making me moan and wriggle under his touch. His touch on my clit is gentle and soft and slow, circling surely so that now the wetness is coursing out of me. I feel an ache in my belly, something inside me, yearning to be filled.
He's going to do it again. Make me beg for the main attraction. For his big, fat cock inside me. I can’t take it.
“Alec. Please,” I beg him.
This time, though, he has mercy. I rest my weight on my elbows, watching him take his cock in his hand, rip the condom packet, slide it on, and guide himself between my legs. He pauses at my entrance and looks into my eyes, again asking silent permission. I nod, biting my lip in anticipation.
He covers me with his body, and suddenly I feel him sliding slowly into me, inch by inch, filling me.
“God,” he murmurs, voice strained and husky. His hands are gripping my hips. “You’re so incredible.”
And then he is flush against me, hips against hips. He’s huge, but he completes me, stretching me, and I feel him inside me, throbbing with his heartbeat. I let out a shuddery breath and savor the feeling of his hot skin totally against mine, blanketing me. I kiss the side of his face, salty with his sweat.
Pressure is building, an explosion just waiting to happen. Before it can, he releases his grip on my hips and pulls himself out. I feel the tip of his shaft at my entrance for a mere breath, and then he plunges inside, slowly and steadily.
I can’t help it. It rips a shriek from my mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out, not giving a damn if Mad or Joe or anyone else can hear me now. “Harder … don’t stop …”
“You like this,” he growls out, voice strained as I’m now lifting my hips off the bed, meeting his every thrust in a steadily hastening rhythm. We’re both covered in sweet sweat, and the friction is threatening to make us burst into flames. “Just admit you need this just as much as I do.”
I moan in pleasure as the feeling that started low in my belly is now radiating out, threatening to take over every inch of me. Now, I feel shameless. I want this to go on forever. The pressure between my thighs is now thundering through me, taking me to the very edge, and I know an explosion is coming.
He slows his thrusts, sliding in and out, testing the rhythm, getting even deeper. His chest slides against my hard nipples, and suddenly, I let out a cry. He’s found the right place, because the chaotic ecstasy is almost too much to take. I’m getting even hotter and closer with every plunge.
I hook my legs around his hips and he buries himself impossibly deep inside me. I’m frantic as I find myself building to the edge of that peak.