Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
My hands wrap around his neck pulling him into me as he shifts me over him, my chest pressed to his, my legs entwined with his. As much as my head keeps telling me to stop this nonsense, my body is doing what it wants.
Sliding up, tighter, as he holds me closer, one of his hands comes to cup my ass cheek and the other gripping my neck. Those actions tell me he is as in this as I am. Wildly, I kiss him as his teeth graze my lips. His hand moves up to the waistband of my leggings, sliding down them and under my lace panties, his hand squeezes my ass. His bare hand on my flesh drives me wild.
A moan escapes me as my chest tightens because I’m forgetting to breathe. I break away to clear my head.
“Whoa,” I whisper more to myself. Like what a little slut I am.
Have I become this depraved for affection? I just absolutely kissed a man I barely know while I am in the depths of the worst situation I could be in. What is wrong with me? If I listen to my body, I’m ready to have sex with a stranger!
“Buttercup, stop.”
I blink out of the haze with his hand still on my ass, the one on my neck loosening. I release the hold I have on him and try to put space between us. Instantly his grip tightens on me holding me to him.
“Don’t,” he mutters.
“This isn’t the time for entanglements,” I explain.
He laughs and I feel it in my traitorous vagina.
“Relax,” he whispers and I feel my body do exactly as he commands. This gets my ass a squeeze.
“You have a lot going on, escape with me,” the words come from his mouth before his lips are back on mine.
Or are mine on his? I’m lost in him. He shifts and the hand on my neck moves down my body and up my shirt. He tweaks my nipple and I have to pull away to breathe as every inch of me is full of heat.
Shifting, he moves to spread my legs to straddle him. I feel his rock hard erection under me. Knowing he’s turned on too only drives me higher. He is slightly upright as his head drops to my neck, he hits the spot right behind my ear. His tongue darts out, teasing my flesh as his hot breathe cascades down my neck. The hand on my nipple, moves down the front of my pants while the one on my ass pushes me forward. He sets this pace of rocking me against his fingers and between my pussy lips.
The friction is overwhelming to my senses as I remain completely pliable to his direction. My body doing as it wants, my mind gone to the sensations, a finger slides inside of me and I find my back arching as he bites gently on my neck.
A moan escapes me as my body rides his digit, his thumb caressing my clit as I move. One finger becomes two and he keeps working me. All I can manage to do is grip his shoulders to hold on for the ride as he brings me higher and higher.
“Fuckin’ drenched,” he whispers before nipping my earlobe. His lips come back to mine before I can let the embarrassment win. Lost in his kiss, I don’t realize when exactly his hand left my ass. I’m moving against his hand on my own pace now.
Wild abandon takes over as I seek release. I’m so close.
He breaks our kiss, locks his eyes to mine, “come for me, buttercup,” he orders as he presses his thumb firmly to my clit at the same time he moves his fingers inside me.
I see stars as I cry out in ecstasy before I fall against him.
Gently, he allows the aftershocks to course through me, his fingers slowing their movements but still milking my body for every ounce of pleasure. He removes his digits, bringing them to his lips where one by one he sucks my juices off them.
“Fuckin’ sweetest cunt, knew that shit would be good. Didn’t know it could be that good. Next time you cum on my face.”
His brashness has me red faced in shame.
He shakes his head. “No, Michele. Don’t retreat. You’re an adult, I’m an adult. It’s okay to feel pleasure in a time of pain. The two go hand in hand.”
“I’m a slut,” the words tumble out of my mouth.
Again, he shakes his head as a smile plays on his lips. Lips that are slightly swollen from our make-out session.
“Don’t, buttercup. What you gave me was beautiful, don’t taint it.”
“Jennings, I’m not this kind of woman.” I respond honestly.
“What kind of woman is that?” he challenges.
I look to the porch roof in frustration, “easy,” I whisper.