Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Bloody hell,” she mutters, hips gyrating against me. She’s lost, not worrying about a damn thing other than getting off.
I push my lips against her and drive my tongue in deep. She grunts, curses and scratches my neck with her nails. This is what I love with Bex… that no-holds-barred sex where we have no limits.
I lick, suck and bite at her. My fingers inside, stretching and pumping. Bex mumbles incoherently and then an orgasm strikes her hard and it’s my name she’s calling out.
“So fucking sexy,” I praise, rolling my tongue gently against her.
She shudders against the continued pressure, my fingers deep. “Give me one more,” I say nicely.
“I can’t.”
I twist my hand, press my thumb on her clit. “There’s no can’t inside Bexley Toliver,” I tease.
She laughs and then sobs when I suck on her again. She’s so sensitive and she doesn’t know how to quit. Good thing I don’t either and I work her over until she’s once again crying out my name.
I’m fascinated as I watch her writhe, the pad of my index finger tapping against her swollen flesh. “Got another one for me?”
“No,” she gasps, lifting her head to glare. “Just fuck me already.”
Chuckling, I unzip my jeans and push them low enough to free my erection. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, just watches me step between her legs, which are splayed wide. I grab one, lock it around my waist, and rub the tip of my cock through her wetness. I grit my teeth because fuck, that feels good, and I sink inside just an inch. She’s so fucking tight and hot and I think I might lose my shit.
“Nash,” she gasps, rolling her hips, trying to draw me in. “Please.”
Just that one word and I’m her slave. I push my hips forward, sliding all the way in and have a moment of dizziness over the perfection that is her pussy. There’ve been other women over the years, but none who could make me see stars just from that first thrust.
I stay planted, holding my body still as we stare at each other. I glance around the room, shocked I’m fucking Bex on the simulator. Had never been a fantasy before, but I’ll be playing it over in my mind for years to come.
Placing my hands on her thighs, I start to flex my hips, tunneling in and out of her slowly. Bex’s hands lie loosely on her stomach, and I grab one and drag it between us. “Play with yourself,” I say, my voice hoarse and thick. “Get yourself off again.”
She doesn’t say I can’t, because she knows she can, and I won’t let myself go until she does.
I watch as her fingers slide through her lips and circle her clit, and I focus on the way her breath hitches every time I slide deeper into her.
I know Bex so well. I can tell by her body language, the way she bites into her lower lip and the rise and fall of her chest… she’s getting close. I drive deeper into her, holding hard on to her hips so she doesn’t fly off the back of the car. Every thrust drives me higher, every little moan she makes cutting the ties to my orgasm.
It’s when Bex stiffens, bucks her hips upward and I feel her tighten all around me that I lose it. I jerk into her, spastic and unable to control my body. Lightning bolts of pleasure spear through me and my release seems never ending as I vaguely feel Bex matching me ripple for ripple.
With a groan, I loosen my grip on her, my hips moving shallowly against her as little pulses of heat lick at me.
Goddamn, that was good.
Fucking perfect.
She’s perfect, and as she stares at me, I absolutely recognize the love. I can feel it inside of me, but I bottle it tight. As close as we’ve gotten the last few days, I’m still well aware of how bad it hurts to lose it all.
CHAPTER 16
Nash
The Silvercrest track sprawls before me like a coiled serpent, its twists and turns a classic symbol of British motorsport history. It’s one of the oldest circuits, built in 1948, known for being a unique testing ground for drivers and engineers alike. Its balance of high-speed straights and demanding technical corners, along with subtle elevation changes, challenge even the most skilled drivers. It’s a place where precision and bravery collide, and today is my day to show the team—the world—that I can handle it.
Track time to test the cars is limited to make it fair to all teams across the board, so there’s no room today for hesitation or mistakes. This is my one shot before the practice rounds in Melbourne next week.
The early-morning fog has lifted, leaving a sheen of moisture on the tarmac. It’s typical for England and I’ll have to balance pushing the speed boundaries while trying like hell not to slide into the wall. My hands tighten in my gloves, flexing and stretching with a slight tugging sensation from my scars.