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)
His fingers draw back, soaked with my arousal, and as my eyes flutter with pure satisfaction, he thrusts them back in.
My fist pumps, my thumb rolling over his bulbous tip before going straight back down to his base, already addicted to the feel of his angry veins under my skin. Then as a bead of moisture appears at his tip, he swipes it off before bringing it to my lips. “Taste me, Ky,” he groans, his tongue slowly rolling over his bottom lip as the desire almost tips me right over the edge.
I open my mouth, and he pushes his thumb inside, placing it right on the center of my tongue, and I eagerly suck it clean, closing my mouth around it and tasting his salty hunger. I groan, wanting to take more, but that’s going to have to wait because I need him inside of me, I need to feel the way his thick cock stretches my walls and fills me to the brim.
He releases his thumb from my mouth, and I lock my legs around his waist, drawing his hips in closer, not needing to voice what I want—he just knows. He’s always known when it comes to me.
Crew’s fingers curl inside of me, and I gasp, my hips jolting forward on the table. “Fuck yes.”
“You like that, baby?” he drawls, doing it again and turning me into a writhing mess.
“Crew,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his skin. “Please. Fuck me.”
He groans, and just as he steps in closer, he reaches up behind me and knots his big hand into my hair. A subtle moan slips from my lips, and he tightens his hold before pulling down, forcing my head back as I instinctively arch my back, pushing my tits out toward him.
My pussy clenches around his fingers and he grits his teeth. “I knew you’d fucking love that,” he says, pulling his fingers free from my cunt and lifting them to his lips. He sucks them dry, and I bite my bottom lip, never so fucking turned on in my life. Crew licks his lips, savoring every last drop of my arousal before lowering his hand to mine over his cock. “Is this what you want?” he demands. “You want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I whimper, my pussy throbbing without his fingers.
“How?” he questions. “Do you want me to take you slow and hard?”
“No,” I pant, shaking my head against his hold on my hair. “Fast. I want you to fuck me fast and hard. Make me scream, Crew. I need to come on your cock.”
A wicked smirk plays on his lips, and good God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Crew releases his grip on his cock and takes my hip, pulling me forward until my ass is barely dancing on the edge of the table, giving him all the space in the fucking room to do with me as he pleases. Then with his hand still gripped in my hair, he leans into me, his deep growl making me tremble. “Hold on, baby.”
Fuck.
I barely get a gasp out when he lines that thick, veiny cock up with my entrance and pushes inside. My walls instantly stretch around him, taking him inch by girthy inch. Then without warning, he slams the rest of the way in, bottoming out. “Fucking hell,” he grits through a clenched jaw as I groan, my pussy already spasming around him, getting used to his sheer size.
Crew pauses there a moment, leaning in and hovering his face right in front of mine. I feel his hungry breath on my lips as those dark eyes linger on mine, both of us panting. The moment seems to last a lifetime, the tension burning between us, and then finally, he closes the gap and crushes his lips to mine.
He kisses me deeply, but it only lasts a second before he pulls back, glancing down between us to watch the way his cock slowly draws back, glistening with my wetness. “Fucking hell,” he mutters again, and damn it, I have to agree with him.
Crew slips his arm beneath my knee before hoisting it up, and as he slams back into me, he hits me at a whole new angle. My body shudders, shattering like glass, and I hold on to him tighter as he picks up his pace and fucks me just like I’ve always needed him to.
He releases his hold on my hair, and when that same hand comes down over my clit and rubs tight circles, I cry out, my pussy ready to succumb to the intense pleasure. “Don’t you fucking come yet, baby,” he growls. “Hold on to it.”
I groan, tipping my head back as the intensity burns within me, building and building, becoming too much. “Crew,” I pant, gripping his shoulder.