Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Bri inches my sweatpants down past my hips, refusing to release my cock as she does. Her tight fist works up and down, her thumb curling over my tip and circling the bead of moisture waiting for her.
She pulls back from my kiss and meets my stare, making a show of releasing my cock and sucking her thumb into her mouth. She moans, and after her thumb falls from between her lips, her eyes flame with hunger as I become mesmerized by her tongue rolling over her bottom lip.
Bri reaches for my cock as I dive for her, crushing my lips against hers once again. “Fuck, Killer,” I mumble against her warm mouth, gliding my fingers over her clit and making her jolt against me. I do it again and she gasps into my mouth, and I can’t help but need her more.
She’s like putty in my hand, willing to take anything I give her, just the way I like it.
Her grip tightens on my cock, stroking up and down as I circle her clit with my thumb. When I stretch my fingers down, she’s soaking wet for me, and I don’t hesitate to push two thick fingers inside, deep and fast, curling them just the way she likes.
“Oh, fuck,” she grunts, tipping her head back, opening that gorgeous throat for me again. I give it to her again, watching the way her eyes roll to the back of her head, and just to be the perfect gentleman, I flick my tongue over her warm skin once more.
My fingers plunge deeper, and I swirl them around inside her, feeling her walls tighten as my thumb works her clit. I’ve got the perfect rhythm, driving her crazy with need, only when she reaches lower with her other hand and takes my balls firmly, I just about lose it.
“Shit, Killer. I need to fuck you.”
“Shirt,” she pants. “Take my shirt off. I need to feel you against me.”
A chance to get those perfect tits in my mouth? Fuck, yeah.
Without a moment of hesitation, I grip the fabric and pull it over her head, throwing it toward the shower. I can’t help the way my gaze drops to her toned body, seeing the bandages still across her lower stomach, reminding me that while I’m railing her into oblivion, I need to be careful.
She’s fucking perfect, every man’s wet dream, and those fucking tits—I could fuck them every day for the rest of my life and never get enough. God, what I wouldn’t give to spurt hot cum all over them.
My fingers trail over the soft curve of her tits, but my desperation is too great, turning my gentle touch into a firm grasp as my thumb rolls over her pebbled nipple.
“Tanner, fuck,” she cries, her head tilted back as my fingers plunge deep inside her again, working her just right. She draws me closer with her legs, panting with desperation. “I need you inside me,” Killer begs. “Now. Please.”
Fuck me. Who am I to say no?
Pulling my fingers from her throbbing cunt, I line myself up with her entrance before gripping the back of her neck. Her stare locks onto mine, both of us lost in one another’s gaze, the intensity quickly building. I don’t dare look away, and as I push into her, stretching her walls, she crushes her lips to mine.
Bri groans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound with a fierce eagerness.
I keep pushing, keep sinking deeper until there’s nowhere left for me to go, and only then do I pause, completely succumbing to her warmth. She clenches around me and I tremble. It’s like Christmas fucking morning.
“Fuck,” I groan, meeting her stare. “If this is hurting, if it’s too much, you need to fucking tell me now.”
Bri pulls back, the wild rise and fall of her chest moving against mine. “I’m okay. It’s not hurting,” she promises. “But you need to start moving. I can’t take it anymore.”
My cock twitches inside her and I grin, more than ready to give her exactly what she’s asking for.
I grab her thighs, pull her right to the edge of the counter, and push her shoulders back against the mirror, giving me the perfect view of my cock buried deep inside her cunt, while she’s in a much easier position to relax. I pull back, unable to tear my stare away from the way my cock glistens with her wetness.
Bri groans at the movement and I reach between us, pressing my thumb to her clit, gently circling and preparing her for what’s to come. “You ready?” I mutter, my voice deeper than usual.
She lets out a heavy breath. “Fuck me, Tanner.”
Goddamn.
I slam back into her, my balls pressing against her as she gasps, her hand flying out and gripping the edge of the sink. “Oh, fuck. Yes,” she pants, not a hint of pain in her raspy tone. “Again.”