Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 144042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 720(@200wpm)___ 576(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 720(@200wpm)___ 576(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Surprise flashes over his face, and he lets out a short laugh. “Oh, angel, everything leading up to this has already been better than anything I’ve ever experienced. You could do your worst and it would still be my best.”
I’m grinning like a loon when I pull him down to me. We exhale as our lips meet, our kiss a bit fumbling. It soon turns feverish, greedy, messy. “Oh, shit,” I rasp. “Don’t wait. I need it. I need it.”
It sets him off. Gone are the careful touches, the slow moves. His big hand grabs my ass, kneading it as he grinds his hard dick against my sex. Our kiss goes deeper, forcing my mouth wide. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging in as he gropes around for the condom package.
As soon as he gets hold of it, he sits back on his heels and tears a condom packet free from the strip. The sight of him kneeling before me, torso tight and twitching, his dick so hard he has to ease it back from where it slaps against his abs—it’s so hot, I don’t think. I sit up, my hands sliding over his strong thighs. Before he can utter a word, I take his dick in my mouth, sucking him down deep.
“Oh, fuck.” John’s body shakes as he jerks in my mouth. “Oh, fucking hell.”
His hand comes down on my head, fingers tangling in my hair. He’s big and hot in my mouth. Enough that I feel the stretch in my jaw. Enough he’ll have to work to get himself inside me.
I love the way he tastes, the thick glide of him along my tongue and the way he trembles, thrusts his hips just a little like he can’t help himself.
“Stells …” He sounds pained, weak. I love that too.
I don’t recognize this mindless, needy thing I’ve become where every touch is a matter of now and more and again. I don’t recognize this messy, hot emotion swelling, or the way I lose all sense of myself. I’m not mine anymore; I’m his.
John’s hand in my hair tightens and then eases. I let him lift me up. Our eyes meet, his wide and dazed. I grab the condom from his hand and work it over his length. In a blink, I’m on my back, the breath whooshing from me. John grabs my hips and hauls them up over his thighs. My tits lift high, my back arching as I press my shoulders into the bed to brace myself.
The wide crown of his cock notches against my slick opening. It draws all my attention. John leans forward, and that fat head slips just inside, stretching me. His eyes close, a look of near pain flitting across his features. His lips go slack, the space between his brows knitting.
Somehow, I know—I know he’s thinking about all those times he jacked off imagining this moment. My body clenches at the thought, and he feels it. His eyes snap open, brilliant green and intense. I spread my thighs wider. His eyes narrow with determination, and he pushes in.
He makes me feel every inch, going slow and steady. He pushes until he bottoms out and holds himself there, moving his hips in a slow circle, just enough to make me moan.
“I’m yours,” I say, a bit mindless. “Yours.”
John grips tight to my hips. “I know.” Then he begins.
And I lose my damn mind altogether.
John
* * *
She’s laid out over me like a buffet. I want to eat every delicious inch. But right now, I can only fuck her—watch my dick move in and out of her slick, pink clasp with a sense of absolute wonder. She feels so damn good, my heart pounds so damn hard, I can’t catch my breath. All I can do is thrust and retreat and thrust, pound into her like a madman.
Need is an animal clawing within me, demanding harder, deeper, more. Just fucking more.
Sweat slicks my skin, runs down my spine. My ass clenches with each thrust. I feel the tightness in my muscles, the hot burn of exertion. My dick is so swollen, so hard, it’s taken over all thought.
Stella moans, her head tilted to the side, her lips parted and her eyes closed like she needs to concentrate on each touch. But that won’t do. I need her eyes. Need those dark blue eyes looking into mine so I can see a little more of her soul.
My hands slide up her sweaty back and grasp hold of her shoulders. Red-gold hair tumbles and swirls around her face as I haul her into my lap, have her straddle me as I fuck into her sweet little pussy. Her expression is hot and dazed, but she wraps her arms around my shoulders, pressing her tits into my chest, and moves with me, snapping her hips, meeting each thrust.