Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Shiver like I haven’t done this before.
Shiver like an amateur.
The noises Harlow is making spur me on—my hands are suddenly greedy, wanting to roam every inch of her the same as they had earlier. I cannot get enough. News flash: athletes can be insatiable, and Harlow smells like I want to fuck her.
I smirk at the romantic words as her hands slide inside my bottoms and squeeze both ass cheeks as if she were giving me a medical exam—or trying to memorize the lines of my body.
I am all for it.
Have at it.
If she wants to touch me all over, I welcome it. If she wants to suck on my dick, well, I’ll allow that too. Who am I to deny her a free, all-access pass to my body?
Those petite hands of hers are soft and so unlike mine; mine are calloused from tossing a football around for more than half my life. Mine are big and rough and cracked.
My hands are beat to shit.
Harlow’s are smooth and caress my skin gently.
My dick notices.
It’s been straining against the fabric of my bottoms but now is desperate to come out and play. As if on cue, Harlow moves her hands, hooking my pants with her fingertips to begin that familiar tug at my waistband. She pushes my pants down, her grip on my bare ass growing more aggressive and needy.
She wants my pants off and wants me naked.
Fact: I cannot get them off my body fast enough.
My brain goes to the lone condom stashed inside my wallet, which I’d swiped from my overnight bag before I left my hotel room. Putting the condom on is a chore I relish, wanting and needing it on my cock before I’m inside Harlow—before we reach the point of no return.
Pausing above her, I lean over the mattress, using my upper-body strength to keep myself on the bed while reaching to the far bedside table, grappling with hotel stationery and random chargers, feeling around for my wallet.
“What are you doing?” she whispers raspily.
“Looking for a condom.”
“You brought condoms?” She sounds as if her eyebrows are raised. Sounds as if perhaps she hadn’t thought of having condoms herself when she suggested I fuck her. “How responsible of you.”
“Boy Scouts always come prepared.” My dick is dangling off the bed, in the air, flapping in the breeze.
“You were a Boy Scout?”
“Actually, no. I never had the time.” I didn’t have time for anything, really. Not the Scouts, not any after-school clubs, not other sports. Football consumed every second I had when I was a kid. From the second I was able to toss a ball with one hand, I’ve had time for no other activities.
“Victory!” Found it.
“Thank God, my vagina was starting to dry up.” Harlow laughs.
“You are such a liar.” In the dark I’m able to make out her form on the bed, and I lean down to kiss her boobs, our playful banter a stark contrast to any sex I’d had with Paisley. Yeah, I know it’s shitty to be thinking about another woman while I’m lying here with someone new, but this is a good thing.
Harlow and I are magic in the bedroom.
“Should I help you with it?”
“Help me with a condom?”
“Sure. Isn’t it supposed to be erotic or something for a woman to help a man put the condom on?”
Eh. “Why? Do you know of a sexy way to do it?”
“No.”
Her matter-of-fact answer has me laughing. “How about we leave application to the experts.”
“I hope that’s not the only thing you’re an expert at,” she mumbles under her breath, scooting toward the middle of the mattress, making room for me to rip the condom wrapper, roll it on my cock, and get back into position above her. “You know, I have to say—before we go any further—I don’t normally sleep with guys on the first date.”
“Neither do I.” My dick hangs between her thighs, and I inch forward so it’s nudging her pussy as a way of introduction.
“Knock it off, I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
Harlow chuckles softly, gently running her palms up and down my back. She lets out a satisfied little “mmm” when I run the tip of my dick along her folds. I already know she’s wet for me because I was down between her legs earlier, and I get harder despite this condom on my cock. Makes things a tad less sensitive, not that I’m complaining.
A condom isn’t going to stop me from having fun—or busting a nut.
My mouth finds hers again.
Our tongues meet.
Clash.
Teeth.
Harlow grips my backside to pull me close, and I move forward, line myself up at her entrance, sliding into her inch by incredible inch, giving her body time to get used to mine inside her.
We moan.
Groan.
“You feel even better than I thought you were going to,” I whisper in her ear, yet another compliment that hits its mark.