Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I can’t help but stare in awe, taking in every detail. Men like him are usually a distant fantasy, seen in movies or fitness magazines. But here he is, standing before me with an undeniable presence and a mouth-watering erection pushing against his jeans.
But what really has me near incineration is how Rafferty stares down at me, as if I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. My heart pounds not just from desire, but from something that I think might be akin to love. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and it’s heightening all my senses, making me hungrier for him.
“Let’s get you naked,” Rafferty murmurs, stepping closer to the bed.
Then he peels off my clothes, from shoes to panties, with only slight help from me. I shrug out of my bra and lift my hips from the bed to shimmy out of my jeans. My hips jerk when his palm presses between my legs and he rumbles low in his throat. “Bet you’re so fucking wet right now.”
“Oh God,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut because the way he’s watching his hand between my legs is just too sinful.
But then his hand is gone and my eyes pop open. Rafferty pulls off his jeans, hungry eyes on me the entire time. He caresses my body with that ravenous look, as if I’ve cast a spell on him. I feel the same way, watching him watch me.
There’s no self-consciousness though. I even stretch out slightly, arching my back and thrusting my breasts forward, causing another growl to rumble out of his massive chest. He spins for the night table and pulls open the drawer, removing a condom.
I lift an eyebrow, my lips curling in amusement. He grins back at me. “I put a whole box in there this morning.”
“Smart man,” I purr.
Rafferty tosses the foil packet at me. “Why don’t you open that while I get rid of the rest of these clothes?”
“Like I said… smart man.”
Rafferty laughs and I grin as I pull the condom free.
My eyes lift to find Rafferty completely naked, his body a work of art. I want to take time with it, touch every inch with my hands and mouth and tongue. I stare boldly at the hard length jutting out and nearly swallow my tongue when Rafferty starts stroking himself.
“Oh wow,” I whisper in fascination. “I’ve… I’ve never seen a man do that before.”
Rafferty’s eyes flash darkly and he squeezes himself. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?” I wave the condom at him. “Let’s get this on you.”
Rafferty crawls on the bed, but instead of taking the condom, he covers my body and resumes kissing me, this time with more heat and urgency. His teeth scrape against mine and his tongue lashes. One hand goes between my legs and a finger glides over my sensitive flesh, circling my clit and dipping inside to gather the wetness he produced.
He kisses me and runs lazy circles over that tight bud, over and over again until I think I might go crazy. My hips thrust against him, my fingers dig into his shoulders and an orgasm explodes so quickly and violently, I almost buck his body off mine.
“Fucking beautiful,” he groans, slipping a finger inside as my muscles quake around him.
I sigh as my body continues to pulse and throb with pleasure.
Rafferty removes his hand, presses his lips to mine briefly. “Give me that condom, babe.”
“What?” I murmur, completely blissed out.
Rafferty chuckles, takes the rubber from my hand and covers his cock with assured movements. Then he’s on me, between my legs and spreading them wide with big palms to the insides of my thighs. He guides himself to me and starts to push his way in.
My body feels like it blossoms, opens up for him, and he slips farther and farther in until I’m absolutely full and his pelvis is pressed to mine. Our breathing is harsh and ragged, our eyes locked onto each other. I’m no longer mellow but instead pulsing with renewed arousal.
Resting his forehead against mine, he whispers, “Feels so good inside you. Wet and goddamn tight as hell.”
He lets out a staccato breath and then starts to move. The sensation is so intense and I make the mistake of looking down between our bodies, the sight of his hard, thick length tunneling in and out of me. My head spins, my belly tightens and my hips gyrate against his movements.
Rafferty’s mouth goes to my neck, peppering it with butterfly kisses as he thrusts slowly but oh so deeply. I grip tightly onto his hips, silently urging him to give me more. The pace picks up, the bed rocks, and all I can think is harder, harder, harder.
“Babe… I’m close,” he grunts with a particularly hard thrust. “So fucking close.”