Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I grasped her wrist and tugged her off the dance floor, weaving a path for us through the mass of bodies swarming the main room of the clubhouse. Finally, I made it into the hallway. Forcing myself to stop, I turned to face her, my dark eyes trailing down her barely clothed body.
“If I get you in my room, Aaliyah, I’m going to fuck you. So you better run now.”
She shook her head, taking a brave step closer to me. Her blue eyes had darkened to an almost gray color, and her cheeks were flushed. I could see the pulse in her neck rapidly fluttering.
“I want you,” she whispered.
I grasped the back of her neck and crushed my lips to hers. She moaned and opened those pretty, soft lips, tentatively sliding her tongue against mine. I growled and kissed her harder, deeper, showing her it was okay to kiss me how she wanted. And fuck, did she. She thrust her tongue against mine, her hands sliding under my shirt to claw at my chest and abs.
“Fucking hell,” I swore, ripping my mouth from hers. I snagged her wrist again and tugged her the rest of the way down the hall to my room. I was so lost in lust, I could barely get the fucking key in the door to unlock it.
“Finally,” I growled, shoving the door open. I pulled her inside and then kicked the door shut before shoving her against it, dropping the key somewhere on the floor. She gasped when I shoved her arms above her head, thrusting my tongue back into her mouth.
“Johnston,” she whimpered when I finally pulled back to let her breathe.
I gripped the bottom of her scrap of a shirt and tugged it up and over her head, letting it drop to the floor. “Fuck,” I groaned, admiring the sight of her bared tits. “Fucking perfect, Red.”
The sexiest little whimper fell from her lips as I sucked a nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue over it before gently nibbling on it. I gripped her other tit with my hand, twisting and pulling her nipple. She cried out, her head falling back against the door as she became lost in what I was doing to her.
With my free hand, I unfastened her shorts and yanked them down her legs. I pulled back, her tit glistening. I grinned at her. She looked dazed, her chest heaving, her face rivaling the color of her hair.
“A thong, Red?” I hummed, fingering the delicate lace. “You attached to these panties?”
Her brows creased. “What–no.” She gasped when I ripped them off of her. “Johnston!”
I sank two fingers inside her sopping cunt. Shit, she was so warm and soft. Her walls clutched at me. I could feel her pulse throbbing through the walls of her pussy. And she was tight as fuck. Either she and her ex hadn’t been fucking, or he just wasn’t big enough to stretch her.
Her knees buckled, but I pinned my body to hers, holding her in place. “Arms above your head,” I ordered.
She complied, and I wrapped my hand around them, pinning her against the door before I began to pump my fingers in and out of her sopping channel, my thumb rubbing her clit at the same time. The sounds falling from her beautiful, kiss-swollen lips were fucking pornographic.
“Johnston, I’m going to–I’m–oh!” she screamed, her body trembling as she drenched my fingers, her walls clutching at me.
I lifted her up and laid her out on my bed before working on stripping out of my clothes while her body cooled down some, her heartbeat regulating a bit.
Her eyes widened when I dropped my jeans. They were locked on my cock, and she was practically salivating at the sight of it. I’d let her taste me one day; I had fantasized about her mouth wrapped around my flesh more times than I could count to not let her taste me, but if I didn’t get inside of her within the next few seconds, I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
“Spread those thighs for me, Red.”
She gripped her thighs and pulled her knees out and back, baring her pretty pussy to me. I groaned and rolled a condom onto my shaft, licking my lips at the sight of her. I was going to taste her one day, too—make her cum so much she squirted all over my face.
Just not today.
I moved over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Red,” I rumbled, trailing my fingers between her breasts and over her quivering belly before sliding them down her wet sex. Then, I gripped my cock, tightening my hand on it to the point it was painful to keep myself in check. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, those stunning blue eyes locked on mine.
I eased my way inside of her. I was big, and I didn’t want to hurt her. She gasped, her back arching a little. “Still good?” I asked, bracing myself above her with my hand beside her head.