Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Feeling that devious stare lingering on my face, I force my gaze to trail back up to his, and the burning desire I find there only makes me want him more. “This is a bad idea,” I murmur.
Crew shakes his head, gripping both of my hips and lifting me onto his lap, lowering me down so I straddle him, feeling just how hungry he is for me. “Ain’t nothing bad about this, baby,” he rumbles, pulling me in until my lips brush over his.
I groan, wanting this so damn bad, and before I can convince myself otherwise, I close the gap and give in to my every desire. My lips fuse with his, and I feel the second his body relaxes as though he’s been waiting for this very moment for way too long. He kisses me back, his lips moving effortlessly against mine, and damn it, it feels so right.
He doesn’t wait, reaching for my tank and pulling it over my head, and I let him, not willing to hold back. We’ve been here before, many times, and it usually ends with nothing more than his cock slamming into the back of my throat or his face between my legs, working my cunt until I come on his tongue. But something feels different about this one.
I’m not down to stop, not tonight. If we’re doing this, then he’s going to give me exactly what I want.
The second my shirt falls to the ground, he reaches around me, unhooking my bra and letting the straps fall down my arms. I toss it aside and Crew works his lips down my body, stopping at my neck and making me groan.
I tilt my head, needing so much more, and the way his tongue works over my sensitive skin has that need growing stronger. Desperation claws at me, and as if reading that hunger, Crew grasps my ass, lifts me off the chair, and as he walks us over to my table, his lips close over my nipple.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, tipping my head back.
He sets me on the table, and with my hands free, I bunch my fingers into his shirt, pulling it over his head and putting that delicious torso on display. He’s so fucking strong, built as though he were carved from stone. I need to feel him against me.
My heart races, and my body shakes with nerves that shouldn’t be there, but it’s Crew. This means something. We’ve both wanted this for so long, I just hope we can figure out where to go from here because I can’t afford to ruin this relationship between us. Apart from being the guy I’ve fantasized about every night when I slide my hand under my blankets, he’s also one of my closest friends.
“Stop thinking so much,” he growls, his hands back on my waist.
Fuck. He’s right.
I need to enjoy this. I need to be here in the moment, feeling every inch of him.
I shake the thoughts from my head and drop my hands down his body, quickly working his belt before popping the button on his jeans. As his tongue flicks over my nipple, I cry out. “Oh God, Crew,” I groan, arching my back and pressing harder against him. “I need more.”
“I got you, baby,” he tells me, his deep, raspy tone making my eyes roll in the back of my head, hunger pulsing through me like never before.
Reaching inside his pants, my fingers curl around his thick, velvety cock, and his low groan sends me into a needy frenzy, but it’s nothing compared to the sound that rumbles through his chest when my small fist starts pumping up and down.
“Fuck, Ky. Just like that.”
My head tips back, as he releases my nipple and settles his lips against the base of my throat, slowly working up to the sensitive spot just below my ear. My other arm scoops around his neck, and I dig my fingers into his shoulder.
Fuck. I need him inside of me now.
As if sensing my desperation, his strong arm braces around my waist, and he lifts me off the table just enough to tear my jeans down my legs, leaving me completely bare. Crew lowers me back to the table, and I eagerly push his pants down past his strong thighs just as his hands grip my thighs and spread them wide.
His dark gaze sails down my body, taking in my pebbled nipples before lowering further. When his eyes finally land on my pussy, he sees exactly how ready I am, and that dark stare blazes with intense desire. “Fuck, Ky. Look how your sweet cunt glistens for me,” he growls as he presses his fingers against my clit and trails them down to my entrance, mixing with my arousal.
My grip tightens on his cock, and as his fingers brush over my clit again, my whole body jolts with need. “Crew,” I beg, but he’s already there, thrusting two thick fingers deep inside of me. I cry out again, watching the way his eyes darken as his gaze remains locked on my glistening pussy.