Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Up and down, over and over, faster and faster.
Soon, she was riding me wildly, her moans growing louder and louder. When I snaked a hand between her legs to circle her clit, she mewled, shaking her head.
“Can’t,” she breathed, but even as she said it, her hips started bucking wildly against my hand — enough so that she lost her rhythm fucking me.
I kissed her shoulder blade. “Sure about that?”
“Oh, God.” She was losing it, falling back against me as I rubbed her clit and flexed inside her.
“I think you can,” I argued, and then I picked up her thigh with my free hand, rocking us both back until she was fully seated in my lap, her back against my chest. She lifted her other leg to mirror the one I’d hiked up, her hands propping her up as best she could on the bean bag.
And I took control.
With my hand hooked under her knee and the other working between her legs, I bucked my hips up, using my heels planted on the floor to drive myself into her. Over and over, again and again, I had that woman bouncing in my lap, legs shaking, face twisted up in pleasure as she screamed and moaned.
She let out a string of curse words as she came, and as soon as I felt her walls tightening around me, I lost it.
I gripped her hard, keeping pace as my stomach muscles seized, all the blood rushing between my thighs. My orgasm clocked me like a fist to the face, stealing my breath and knocking out any thoughts trying to hold on. I fucked her mercilessly as we both rode out the waves, our skin slick, hearts hammering, hands gripping onto one another for dear life.
I filled her and I still didn’t stop. If anything, the feel of my cum leaking out of her only drove me to want more. I was insatiable, fucking my cum inside her again until my body gave out. So long, I’d longed for this. So long, I’d dreamed of claiming her, of marking her, of having her in every way.
Even when my body was spent, I craved more.
We collapsed once the last of our orgasms left us, bodies turning to weighted heaps of bones.
I rolled over to the side just enough to let Mia fall into the oversized bean bag with me, my legs curling under hers, cock softening inside her. We lay like that for a moment before Mia carefully rolled, giving me no choice but to pull out of her. She splayed out in a mess of arms and wild hair next to me, panting, beautiful breasts heaving as she blew a strand of hair out of her face and turned to look at me.
The rain poured.
The wind howled.
And we were silent for a beat before we both laughed.
“Fucking hell, woman,” I said, shaking my head and wiping the sweat from my forehead.
“That was fun.”
She giggled and I smiled, though I couldn’t place why my chest tightened a bit at her words. That was fun.
Fun.
As in a fun little one-time thing?
Before I could overanalyze too much, a more pressing thought struck me hard enough to make me bolt upright.
“Fuck, Mia. We didn’t use a condom.”
She arched a brow. “You’re just now noticing this?”
“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t even stop to think—”
“It’s okay,” she assured me, tugging on my bicep until I reclined back with her again. “I am a young woman in the twenty-first century. I do have means of protecting myself against an unplanned pregnancy. And it’s not like either of us have slept with anyone in a while.” Her smile slipped a bit at that, worry etching between her brows. “Unless… have you…” She swallowed. “Have you—”
“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” I warned her, pulling her into me. I surrounded her with my body — one leg sliding between hers, hand hiking her leg up on my hip before I smacked her ass. “I made a promise to you, remember? I haven’t been with anyone. No one but you, Strings.”
I felt her lips curl against my chest, felt her let out a soft sigh of contentment and relief as she curled into me like a kitten. I rested my chin on the crown of her head, stroking her hair with one hand while the other rubbed her back.
We were quiet for a long while, just listening to the rain and wind outside. Even though we’d lost power, I had a feeling the worst of the storm had missed us. I didn’t need the ability to turn on a TV to confirm it. If we were getting the brunt of it, we’d know.
I knew we needed to clean up, but a sick part of me loved lying there with her knowing my cum was still inside her, that her mouth tasted like me and mine tasted like her. I wrapped her up a little tighter at the thought, kissing her hair on a sated sigh.