Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
She dipped her head down and scooped my lower lip between her lips, sucking on it teasingly. “We’re not rushing anything.”
Her tongue traced my mouth, prying it open, and soon, we shared a passionate kiss. Her fingertips moved toward my torso under my shirt, tracing their way up my ribcage.
“I want you to fuck me,” she begged, grazing my chest with her nails. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since I was sixteen. I wanted it when I was drunk, and I want it now when I’m sober. I want to feel you moving inside me. Filling me.”
“This is not how I wanted it to happen.”
And still, my hands moved of their own accord, trailing the backs of her thighs, tugging her legs apart. My fingers curled around the smooth, sun-kissed flesh of her ass. I slammed her against my erection, grinding her tight, wet pussy against my hard-on through our clothes.
“We’ve waited for so long,” I said through our kiss. “I want this to mean something.”
“It does mean something.” Her mouth traced mine as she spoke. “Just because there’s no candlelight, or wine, or a cabin in a snowstorm doesn’t mean it’s not real. We don’t need the clichés.”
It wasn’t the clichés I sought. It was the perfect moment. A moment in which our emotions didn’t burn so bright that we’d fucking explode at any second. But right now, my heart wasn’t the one in danger of ignition.
Briar Rose undid the button on my jeans and unzipped me, leaning down to kiss me again. I was eighty-three percent sure we both tasted funky.
Her lips traced my jawline, hot and soft, moving down my body. “Do you have a condom?”
She bunched my shirt all the way up to my neck, leaving a lot of skin to kiss on her way down. I felt delirious in the worst-best way possible. Like I hovered on the fine line between happy drunk and need-my-stomach-pumped drunk.
“Condom?” I asked, disoriented. “I think I lost my grasp on the English language. I mean, I might …” I trailed off, trying to sort through the chaos in my head.
As I thought, Briar Rose scooped my painfully hard cock into her mouth and grabbed it by the root, giving it a lick. I hissed out. My whole body ached for her.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered Sebastian shoving a condom into my wallet as I rushed out of the lake house to the airport.
He’d sent me a smirk designed to piss me off. “You forgot your condoms, bro.”
“I’m not going to use any condoms, assface.” I rapped his forehead with my knuckles. “She’s distraught.”
“Even better. I once had a one-night stand with a chick whose cousin just died. She was feral.”
“You are a terrible human being.”
“I’m not as great as other beings, either.” Sebastian chuckled, shoving a single condom into my wallet. “Take it anyway. Thank me later.”
“Well, tell Dad I’ll be back ASAP and that it was an emergency.”
“Yeah, yeah. Have fun boning Princess Aurora, bro.”
“I have a condom,” I managed to rasp, staring in fascination at the crown of Briar Rose’s head.
Her hair had come apart during her drunken ordeal. It fanned against my thighs and the bed as she took me in her mouth, sucking me off awkwardly, and adorably, and fuck, I was about to come.
I gathered her hair with trembling fingers, too overcome with emotions and excitement to comprehend what was really happening. “Baby, I’m going to bust a wad if you don’t stop right now. I’m already so close.”
She peered up, her lips swollen and pink from going down on me. I clumsily pulled her up, kissing her, tasting the earthiness of my cock on her lips. Every single one of my senses went wild. I didn’t know what to do with myself. It was too much and not enough all at once.
I grabbed her face and kissed her wildly, flipping us on the bed and peeling her panties off. My phone blew up with messages on the nightstand, but I ignored it. I drowned in Briar Rose, savoring her, taking however much she offered, and losing track of the real world.
I bunched her dress in my fist, ripping it apart. She gasped, mumbling something about not having a change of clothes. I couldn’t even fully understand what she’d said, I was so sucked into this moment.
The moment I’d waited for since I turned fourteen.
Her panties were gone.
So was my self-control.
There were hands everywhere. Pawing, and grabbing, and caressing. I don’t know how I managed to rip away from her the seven seconds it took me to grab my wallet and fish out the condom, but it took us three attempts to roll it up my cock.
Then, she lay back down on the bed as I boxed her with my arms, and I finally gulped in a breath and caught myself.