Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
“You feel so good in my hand.” Aurora’s thumb sweeps over the head.
“Your hand feels so good on me,” I grind out.
My eyes roll up, and my teeth snap together as she reverses the motion. I cup her chin in my hand so I can kiss her again. Her strokes are slow, a gentle exploration. Every time she reaches the crown, her thumb runs over the slit and circles the head before she drags her fist back down. It’s fucking bliss.
Her free hand slides under my shirt, fingertips gliding over my abs and up my chest to circle a nipple. She’s all sultry sweetness as her tongue drags across her bottom lip. “Can you take your shirt off for me please, Hollis? I don’t want to stop touching you.”
“That makes two of us.” I can’t get enough of the feel of her hands on my skin, of her sweet, breathy sighs and her lust-heavy eyes. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Her greedy gaze rakes over me, making me feel like a fucking god—especially with the way her fingers trail over my inked skin, her eyes tracking the movement.
She frees me from my boxer briefs, and one side of her mouth kicks up. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” My voice is all gravel.
Her grin turns impish. “That you’d have a boyfriend dick.”
I grunt when her thumb circles the crown. “Explain that, please.”
“It’s pretty, like the rest of you.” Stroke up. “And thick.” Circle the crown. “And big.” Stroke down. “I’ll want to ride it all the time.”
“You mean you’ll want to ride me all the time.” My fingers twitch on her hip. I want to put my hands on her, get her naked. But I’m afraid I’ll lose control and we’ll end up fucking on the living room floor. Which is not how I want this to go.
She moves my hand to cover hers. “Show me what you like. I want to learn.”
“Ah, fuck, Princess.” And like a neanderthal, I want to castrate every single guy she’s ever touched before. Thankfully, that thought stays in my head.
I lace my fingers with hers, tightening our grip. Her gaze flips between my face and our twined hands as they move over my cock. She squeezes with every downward stroke, loosening her grip as she reaches the head so she can smooth her thumb over the crown. It feels too good. Every stroke taking me higher. Too soon, I’m teetering on the edge.
“I won’t last much longer,” I warn.
“But you can go again, right?” she pants.
“Yeah. Of course.” What kind of question is that?
She nods. “Okay. Good.”
I untwine our fingers. “I need you to stop or I’m—”
“I want to see. I need to see what I do to you,” she pleads.
That’s all it takes. My body goes rigid as I thicken in her hand, and my hips jerk, chasing her touch. I grab the doorknob so I don’t end up on my knees.
When my vision clears, I’m staring at Aurora’s cum-covered hand still wrapped around my cock. “Well, fuck.” I finger the hem of her shirt, which didn’t escape this event unscathed.
Her eyes light up, and her smile is radiant.
“So proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
She holds her thumb and forefinger a hairsbreadth apart. “Maybe a little.” Her smile turns shy. “I want to be what you need.”
“You are, Princess. You’re everything and more.” This woman brings me to my knees.
“Is it my turn now?” she asks as my lips brush hers.
“I think we might need to clean you up first.” I tuck a finger under her chin. “Why don’t you show me all the naughty things you get up to in the shower when you’re thinking about me?”
CHAPTER 29
HAMMER
It’s really happening. This is really happening. I finally, finally got to put my hands on Hollis. The feel of him in my hand, the look on his face, the sounds he made, the incredible rush that came from knowing I was the reason—I made him feel that way. I pushed him over the edge. And now we’re going to get naked together and shower. And then we’re going to have sex. Fuck? Maybe have sex and fuck. Hopefully. I feel like both are possible with Hollis.
I pull my shirt over my head and wipe my hand on the fabric. Hollis’s gaze drops to my bare chest. And suddenly his hands are on me, caressing, squeezing. He drops his head and covers the tight peak with his mouth. His lips are soft, his tongue warm and wet as he laves my nipple. And then his teeth sink in and he sucks, hard.
I spear my hand into his hair and grip the satiny strands, as if I’ll actually be able to keep him there. His fingers circle my wrist, finding the pressure point that makes me loosen my grip.