Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I can’t offer a counterargument to his words because I don’t disagree with a single thing he says. Sex has never felt like this for me. Not once in my life.
And the more he moves himself inside me, the more intense and overwhelming it all feels. The building pleasure is so intense that I have to shut my eyes because it’s the only way I feel like I can stop myself from exploding into a thousand pieces.
Which is crazy, I know. A true impossibility. But it’s exactly how I feel. Like, eventually, the pleasure will be too much for my body.
But at the same time, I want more of it. So much, I can hardly remember to breathe.
“More,” I pant. “Just like that. God, just like that, Blake. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop until you come on my cock,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. He kisses me, locking our mouths in a way that feels synchronized with his cock.
My skin tingles, and a warmth spreads through my entire body. I reach out to grip his shoulders to steady myself, but when it doesn’t feel like enough, I dig my nails into his skin and a deep moan jumps from his lungs, his persistent mouth still kissing mine.
My body feels tight, like a bow ready to release an arrow, and Blake leans back to lock his eyes with mine.
“Come for me, Lexi,” he demands. “I need to know what you feel like when you come while your pussy is wrapped around my cock.”
I don’t know what it is about his words, but they flip the switch. They unleash whatever it is that’s been building since the moment he slid inside me.
In an instant, the most intense waves of euphoria wash over me, and sounds I don’t even recognize escape my throat as Blake strokes my climax out of me. I can feel myself rhythmically pulsating around his hard length, and his eyes grow hooded and heated as he watches me completely come apart.
The entire time, he keeps thrusting himself inside me, deep and swift moves of his cock, and he doesn’t stop until I feel his body tense up beneath my fingertips and hear the raspy growl of his orgasm leave his throat.
I don’t know how long it takes me to come back down from my orgasm, but I know when I do, I’ve never felt more relaxed, more sated, in my entire life.
I’ve had orgasms before, but I’ve never had one like this. Never felt anything that was so all-consuming, both mentally and physically.
Even satisfied, I still want more.
Monday July 7th
Blake
The instant I step into my apartment, I drop my duffel by the door and slip off my slides. My phone and keys follow, hitting the small island inside my kitchen, and after I guzzle down an entire bottle of water, I head straight for my bedroom.
Coach Gordan ran us like dogs today. And I swear, Coach Jimmen, the Dragons’ offensive coach, made me throw over one thousand passes. This year is the first year in over two decades that the Dragons are looking at the possibility of a national title. We came damn close last year, and with the addition of five freshman recruits who have upped both our running game and our offensive line, the entire coaching staff is bound and determined to take us all the way. Even if that means kicking our asses for this entire summer.
And this isn’t even Hell Weeks—otherwise known as the two-week-long conditioning we’ll be diving into at the beginning of August. We’re talking two-a-days that feel closer to training Navy SEALs to go into war than getting a college football team ready for the season.
I yank off my sweaty T-shirt and kick off my briefs and shorts, tossing both haphazardly into the laundry basket across from my bed, and head for the shower. But I don’t even get the water turned on before I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen.
Naked as the day I was born, I head out of my room, but I don’t make it to my phone in time before the call is sent to voice mail. Though, not even two seconds later, a text chimes in.
Lexi: Are you home?
Instantly, I’m grinning like a fool, and images from the weekend at the lake house surge forward in my mind, unbidden but welcome. The mental reel plays vividly—Lexi’s body moving with mine, the soft gasps of her breath against my neck, the look in her blue eyes when she fell apart on my cock. It’s enough to steal my focus for a solid minute before I manage to snap back to the present and send her a reply.
Me: Yeah.
I hit send, but when that short response doesn’t feel like enough, I send another.
Me: Want to come over?
Lexi: Already here.