Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You’re hard,” she whispered and stroked me again and again. “And big.” She licked her lips as her hands made quick work of my button and zipper before she reached inside my boxers to fist my cock. “So big.”
The last shreds of my control snapped, and I kissed down her throat and across her chest, up to her earlobe. She let out a shaky breath right beside my ear, the sound full of want and need. I pulled back and removed her jacket, her pink sweater, and her pale pink lacy bra. “Fuck, you are stunning.” Her tits were big and perky, her nipples pink and hard. My mouth watered, and I didn’t deny myself any longer.
“God, yes!” Torey’s fingers tangled in my hair and held me right there, crying out her pleasure as I sucked and licked and teased her nipples, kneaded the flesh of her breasts. “Ryan!” Her hips bucked against mine when I sank my teeth into the hard nub.
Her moans drove me crazy, and I needed more, so I took more, sliding my hands into the waistband of her black leggings until I found the hot, wet core of her. She was drenched and swollen. “You’re so wet for me, Tor.”
“You’re a good kisser,” she replied breathlessly. “And you’re good with your, oh, hands!” She bit down on her bottom lip when one finger slid deep. “Yes!”
She was so fucking hot. So responsive, I felt my cock weeping against my belly. Torey’s blue eyes were fixed on mine, but when she grabbed her tits in her hands, nipples hard and calling out to me, I tore my gaze away and feasted on her soft skin while one finger slid in long, fast strokes. She got wetter as she pulsed around my fingers, her orgasm rose closer and closer to the surface.
“Ryan,” she said in warning.
“I got you, Torey. Let go.” I added a second finger and sucked her nipple harder until her body exploded around my fingers. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I looked up because I had to watch her come apart.
Her eyes widened in shock as her body twitched and convulsed, a look of absolute wonder on her face. Her mouth spread into a satisfied smile. “Damn!” Her gaze flicked to mine, playful and teasing. “Now I’m really curious to see what else you can do.”
I growled like the beast that I was when this woman was around and spun her around before I bent her over the arm of the closet sofa. “God, this ass is a work of art,” I told her and gave one cheek a loud smack.
The low hum of arousal that left her mouth made it impossible to slow down as I gripped my cock in one hand and tested her honeyed center with the other.
“Ryan, please.” She arched her back, and that was all the invitation I needed.
“What do you need,” I growled as I lined up the blunt head of my cock with her dripping core and pushed inside one slow inch at a time. “Fuck,” I bit out because she felt so fucking good. Hot and wet and tight.
“That’s a good start,” she gritted out and arched her back to take more of my cock. “So good.”
I pushed and pushed until I was balls deep.
“More,” she demanded.
I smiled and slowly reversed path before I slammed in again and again, harder with every stroke until she scratched at the fabric of the sofa and pushed back. I smacked her cheek again, and her body responded instantly, pulsing and wetter. She was going to be my undoing, I just knew it.
There were no more words after that, just grunts and moans and the sound of damp flesh as it smacked together in a frantic symphony of need. My skin was soaked with sweat, and my focus was on the sight of my cock as it disappeared into the depths of her, her plump ass, and the way I was shiny with her juices when I pulled back.
“Torey,” I groaned and gave her ass another smack.
“Yes, oh fuck! Yes!” She liked it when I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, and before either of us were prepared for it, she came again, squeezing my cock in a vice grip until she triggered my own orgasm.
“Fuck!” I roared my pleasure, but my hips didn’t stop moving, my cock was still too hungry, too needy to leave her body. I pumped until I felt my hard-on fade and her walls stopped pulsing around me before I finally—and reluctantly—left her body.
“Wow,” she panted and smiled at me over her shoulder. “Just fucking wow.”
A smile touched my lips at her effusive praise at what had just happened between us. I couldn’t deny the truth in her smile. That was a good fuck, but it was more than that. I couldn’t say why exactly, only that I felt the difference. It wasn’t just fucking for the sake of getting off—though that was amazing, it was something else. Something more.