Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I looked up into his face. And then reached a hand to trace across his thick eyebrows. Down the slope of his nose. Across the sharp cheekbones and square jaw. I breathed in raggedly as my fingertip scraped across his jaw again. Each bristling hair felt like a jagged bit of sandpaper. I loved the sensation of that texture against my plump red thumb-pad.
Walker ducked down and, his lips all but touching mine, and whispered, “What are you doing to me…? You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”
“What?” I tried to ask, but barely got the word out before his lips were pressed against mine.
And then he was pulling me to the ground with him, his arms firmer than ever around my waist as he settled my body on top of his.
The grass was warm from the day, lush and well-landscaped beside the lake. It was only a little scratchy against my knees as I spread my legs to straddle him. Having him there, clutched in between my legs felt far too good to give up, in spite of the scratchy grass. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t have cared if we’d been on rocks instead. And a moment later, everything seemed connected anyway. Little pulsing connections flowed through the grass into my body.
Which really, really needed contact with Walker’s body. The moment it had taken us to transfer to the ground had me feeling starved for his lips. I crawled the few inches up his body to get back to them.
His arms around my waist pulled me up and into him as he kissed me. Then one arm released me but only so he could grab one of my ass cheeks to squeeze and massage it.
He groaned into my mouth as he manhandled my fleshy ass. I had no clue until this moment, but this was my absolutely favorite thing ever—to be handled like this. To feel his adoration for my ass, my body, and to feel his response to me as I ground down on him. I was driving him absolutely insane.
So naturally, I needed to push it further, to lean into every single sensation and drive us both to that next level I could feel was just out of reach. I ground down on his hard shaft I could feel through his slacks.
I dry humped the shit out of him—though I don’t know how dry it was considering I was naked and could feel myself gushing wetness around his pants where his girth extended towards me. I ground and rubbed and tortured us both while we kissed.
And then it struck me—wait! I could be looking at it. I could be holding and touching and—
I yanked back from him and sat up, still straddling his hips.
“What?” he asked, but then his head tilted to the side as he stared at my breasts, obviously distracted.
I licked my lips, playing a little with each lip because of how fun the sensation felt. The top one was firmer but the bottom lip was plush and— Walker’s hardness jumped from underneath me, reminding me of what I’d been trying to do. Right. Focus.
I grasped for the belt at his waist. And fiddled with it. And fought it.
Walker laughed and then his hands came down to join mine.
He didn’t fare much better. He was still fighting to get it undone when I said, “Fuck it,” and moved so I could reach past his hands and underneath his slacks. Ahhhh, there he was. I closed my hands around his hot, pulsing shaft. I could barely get my hand around the thing.
His whole body shuddered and he finally succeeded at getting his pants unbuckled. He unbuttoned and unzipped them while he was at it.
For a moment I could only stare. And then touch. I wanted to put my mouth on it, but more, more, I needed to be on top of him, to feel him inside me and clutch him to me and—
I climbed on top of him to stop torturing us both. He slid in and we both groaned shamelessly.
I settled down further. He was so deep. Muscles I didn’t even know I had—ooh oooh I was feeling them now. And he was there, pressing in, his cock thrusting against my most sensitive flesh and nerves and me. Could. Feel. Every. Millimeter. Of. Him. All. The. Way. Around. 3D. Hell, 4D.
Pleasure started to turn me liquid. I couldn’t feel my tailbone. Or my arms. Walker thrust up and I sank down, collapsing on his chest and clutching him for dear life, the pleasure continuing to rock me.
I rolled my hips to meet him, and slowly, slowly, we ground into one another, connecting obscenely and perfectly. He speared me by the lake of diamonds, and I needed it deeper. I needed him to get to the center of me. If he could just punch a little deeper.