Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“You minx,” I growl, pulling her closer. “I’ve thought of you.”
I’m leaking pre-cum and I can’t remember a woman, any woman, who’s ever done that to me in my adult years.
Pull yourself together, Ford. This isn’t what she expects.
But I see the sudden spark of thrill in her eyes, and I almost bite my tongue, reminding myself I cannot give her more than this even as she slips her hands around me and curls closer. Close enough that her pussy nudges my dick again. I hate that I don’t have the courage to stop her.
I’m in an odd, entranced state where I will do anything she asks of me, anything she says, just to hear her come screaming my name again. Feel her body twist beneath mine.
“Do you want to do this again?” I taunt huskily in her ear, nibbling her earlobe. I’m hungry. So hungry.
“I don’t just want to, I mean to.” Her whisper feathers into my ear as she slips her tongue in next.
My blood boils and simmers as she starts stroking me with her fist.
I exhale, fighting for control, and ease my hand back between her legs. I massage her clit with my thumb, rubbing in circles.
She shivers, groaning and grabbing my dick harder. I growl as I feel it jerk in response, too damn happy to see her. Throbbing to get those fingers of hers right on it—on me. Then her pussy. Then her mouth.
I push two fingers in and she groans against my jaw, an unintelligible sound leaving her as she thrusts her hips out for more. “God, Ian, that feels amazing.”
She’s loving it. Can’t get enough of it.
I’m loving it even more.
I’m impatient. I pull open her legs and dive between her thighs, sucking, licking, and tasting her.
I could pass out from how horny I feel. Sara glances down at me, at my damn size, my cock swollen to the limit as I suck her off.
“Flip around. I want you in my mouth.” She’s begging me, her voice cottony with lust.
I roll to my back and bring her up with me, her butt on my face, her pussy in my mouth. Sara bends down and next thing I know, she’s got my full length in her mouth.
“Fuck.” I groan. My hips swivel; I clench her ass in my hand and bury my tongue in deeper. “I want more of you. I want you screaming my name.” My voice is muffled by her lips, her ass. I don’t care. I’m saying it to myself. To whoever hears it. Even if she doesn’t.
I withdraw my tongue, then drive back with equal force, but faster. Her teeth clamp down on the base of my cock, and pleasure shoots up my spine as she drags them to the head.
I groan, driving my dick in deeper and harder into her mouth as she spurts in my mouth. I come too.
She can’t be still, and I like it.
“Ian.”
We freeze for a second, breathing hard in unison.
Then I flip her to her back, straighten her beneath me, and thrust inside. A surprised gasp leaves her. She doesn’t expect me to still be hard after coming in her mouth. Hell, neither do I.
I pull her hands up and set a pace, relentless as I drive into her, unleashing the hunger I’ve harbored, nurtured, for months.
I remembered how good she was, how good it was.
Hell, I didn’t remember shit.
Mind-blowing…
She comes all over me again, thrashing beneath me. I follow and let the waves take over.
Even a minute afterward, I’m off-kilter. I exhale, and look at her, stroking my fingers down her bare arms as I try to come back to myself.
She glistens with sweat, about as perfect as a Venetian painting. She looks satisfied and even sleepy, a damn kitten, that’s for sure. I remember Jake’s and my conversation back in LA and I wonder if she really is the kind of cat to claw and turn its back on you. Or if she’s the kind that curls closer, wanting more of the plate of milk you offered.
You’re offering nothing, not even milk. Just sex, because you’re legally not even available.
The heat in my veins cools down at that thought.
Last time I fucked her in room 1103, I pulled away. She seems to expect that. She seems to gasp in surprise when I bend and run a slow circle around the raw, reddened tip of her left breast. I suckle her, gently now, cupping the bottom of her breast with my hand. Then I do the same to the other, hearing her sigh, feeling her fingers ease around the back of my head.
I suck her for a while, then suck my way up her neck. I groan in her ear, “I can’t seem to get enough of you, kitten. Should we go at it all night?”