Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Do you…” I moaned as he switched back to the first breast. “Do you have a condom?”
He pulled back, biting down lightly on my nipple.
“Yes,” he said simply, his eyes fully focused on mine.
That was when I realized that he was right.
I was turned on beyond belief. Had been in a constant state of arousal for days.
And now was my chance.
I was taking it.
Moving, I slid back on his lap as far as I could go, my back digging into the steering wheel, and started to work the button on his jeans.
He didn’t stop me, but he for sure didn’t help me, either.
He only watched as I unzipped his jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper down until his black underwear was exposed.
His cock bulged out the moment that it tasted freedom, and I reached forward and ran one lone finger down the length of it.
He growled when I stopped, but while he was busy wanting me to keep touching him, I was busy thinking about the best way to get my tight leggings off in the small space allotted to me.
“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding desperate.
“I’m trying to figure out how to get my leggings off without kneeing you in the jaw,” I told him honestly. “And, barring that, I’m trying to figure out the best way to… eep!”
I trailed off as he practically rolled me over the center console, ripped my leggings off, and then brought me all the way back around again, this time with my front facing away from him.
I gasped at the sudden change in position, staring out the front windshield at the trees that we were nearly parked under.
“Jesus,” I breathed, shifting on his lap. “I don’t…”
He moved until my ass was canted and my chest was pressing against the steering wheel.
“Hold that position,” he ordered as he pulled his wallet out, withdrew a condom, and then deftly rolled it down onto his cock.
I licked my lips, wishing I could see what he was doing, but also being quite logical about it all. I mean, having sex in a vehicle as two grown adults—especially an adult Hayes’ size—meant that car sex wasn’t the most doable in the first place.
“Use the steering wheel to lift your ass, sweetness,” he rumbled.
I wriggled on his thighs, but then did what he said.
The head of his cock lodged at my entrance in the next second, and I was practically squirming on top of him as I waited for my next instruction.
“Good,” he said. “Take me. Slowly. Not too fast.”
I nearly laughed out loud when I heard him say that.
Not because he was being silly, but because he honestly thought that I could just take his monster cock like it was nothing without taking it slow.
“Hayes,” I breathed as my thighs started to burn from the static movements. “It’s funny that you think that I can take something as big as you fast. It’s gonna take me a while to accommodate your size.”
I mean, it’d been two years since I had sex last. And even then, the man that I had sex with, the man that’d taken my virginity, hadn’t been Hayes’ size.
He’d been average. Or below average. Smaller than my smallest dildo, to be honest.
Needless to say, I wasn’t used to taking anything quite so impressive.
“Good to know,” he murmured. “I like that I’m gonna stretch you. Make you mine.”
Oh, I was his all right.
I was also well and truly about to fall straight on his cock whether I wanted to or not.
I took another inch in, which was when I gasped in surprise.
“Hayes,” I breathed, loving the way he filled me up. “My thighs are burning, and if you want me to take you slow, you better start helping me.”
He chuckled, but his hands went to my hips to help hold me up.
The relief on my quads was instant.
“Sorry,” he said. “Just admiring the view.”
I’m sure he was.
What I was also sure of was that I needed to take him into my body before I lost the courage. Because the more cock I fit into my body, the more I realized that he might very well be too much for me to handle.
Which I told him seconds later.
“When you take me in all the way,” he said, “I’m gonna touch your clit. Make you take me.”
I shivered at his words, and how he worked my body as if it was his to work.
I moaned when he hit a particularly good spot inside of me, making me gyrate my hips and causing him to hiss.
“Don’t,” he growled.
Don’t stop? Or don’t twist my hips? Because I wasn’t sure which one he was wanting me to ‘don’t’ at that moment in time.
And, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop. Not taking him inside of me and not squirming on his cock.