Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Sig.” She took a big, heaving breath. “That’s so much more than I expected.”
I love you.
I’ll love you until the sun goes dark.
Sig wasn’t sure what made him put those words off for another time, maybe it was that elusive dread that continued to drift in and out of her eyes, so brief each time that he wondered if it was there at all. And all Sig could think to do was make her smile. Take away anything but the happiness they could share tonight. Every night. Together.
“You want to see how much I trust you?” He picked up the razor and handed it to her. “Take a stroke.”
“You’re not serious.”
“Dead.”
“That’s what you’re going to be.”
Sig chuckled. “Nah, you got this.” He guided her hand to his lathered jaw. “Easy. Easy. You’re going to do fine.”
She screamed in her mouth as the razor glided upward, letting out a shaky breath when nothing but a clean path was left behind. “I didn’t cut you?”
“Hey. I’m looking into your eyes, Chlo. I’d die happy.”
“What a beautiful thing to say,” she said on a watery laugh, dropping the razor into the sink. “I’m still never doing this again.”
“What? You’re shaving my back next.”
“Did I mention I have a doctor’s appointment tonight?” She started to slide off the sink. “I should probably get moving.”
Sig trapped her against the counter before her feet touched the ground. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled against her mouth.
“I know,” she whispered back, openly trembling at their contact.
“Listen.” He rode his mouth over the top of hers, tangling her tongue in a kiss that could only be described as carnal. A precursor to sin. “While I have you here, I might as well tell you some bad news.”
“Bad,” she said, staring at his mouth as if hypnotized. “What could be bad?”
“I’m afraid sex in hockey pads isn’t going to live up to the fantasy.”
His playfulness registered and she smiled into their next kiss. “Oh no?”
“No. For one, I won’t be able to feel your skin on mine and that’s a crime. Two, I won’t be able to move as easily. You like when I move, right?”
“Like isn’t the right word. Revere?”
“We’ll go with revere. Three, I’m going to get real hot, real fast fucking you with all that shit on.” She was starting to breathe faster. So was he. “Finally, four—and probably most important—my dick is going to be buried under padding, a cup, and some annoying ass laces. Not very easy to access.”
“I’ve considered this. A lot. I’ve considered this a lot.”
“Have you?” He urged Chloe’s thighs around his hips, snuck a forearm under her butt, and turned to carry her out of the bathroom. “What are your thoughts?”
“Unlace you, remove the cup from that pocket in front of your shorts, push down the elastic, get you inside me, hold on to those big shoulder pads, and ride.” She blurted all of it without taking a single breath. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She licked the underside of his chin. “You won’t have enough time to get overheated.”
His cock swelled into an ache, the length of him pulsing so insistently against her bare sex through the fly of his pants, getting inside of her became a matter of urgency. “How’d you know about the pocket for my cup?”
“Some people surf internet porn. I surf sporting goods websites.”
They let out breathless laughs against each other’s mouths for several stolen moments, there in the dimness of the hotel room, as Chloe lowered her feet to the ground. Standing in front of him with her face tilted up, eyes closed as if lost to the bliss as much as he was, she unzipped his pants and nudged him backward onto the couch, straddling him and lowering that tightness onto his cock, whimpering inch by whimpering inch. Hurriedly, before he could lose the ability to make mental commands, he unfastened the buttons of her borrowed shirt, yanking it down her arms, away, palming her tits, groaning as Chloe, fully and gloriously naked, rode his cock like she fucking owned it.
“Good girl, just like that. Take me in. Take me out. In now. In in in.”
“Oh my God,” she whined through her teeth, hands tangling in his hair, twisting, thighs open wide, hips bucking. “It’s so good.”
“I’ll wear the pads. I’ll do whatever you want, just keep that up. Oh. FUCK.”
She rolled their foreheads together. “Did you like what I did to you last time?”
His thoughts were fragmenting, the clench of her cunt, her scent, the full body contact with her skin, everything was so much. Overwhelmingly perfect. Intimate. Real. Nothing would ever be this perfect again. “I love everything you do to me, baby. Be specific.”
“I put that finger in back,” she whispered, lapping at his tongue, as if his brain wasn’t already on the verge of implosion. And this girl, she looked him right in the eye while implying she’d like him to finger her asshole. Part of him seriously questioned in that moment if she loved him or wanted to kill him, but he didn’t care, either way. Not when he obliged her and she moaned, working that slippery pussy up and down his hard shaft. “Feels good.”