Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Naked hunger flares in his eyes, his uncanny ability to be so attuned to my moods in full display.
“Is there someone else for you, Matt? Was there?”
“No.” His voice drops an octave, and time slows to a crawl. “There’s no one but you. Only you.”
5
MATTHEW
Fuck it.
I should’ve known distancing myself was never gonna work. It never has, not when it comes to Dan.
I watch a flush crawl up her neck, eyes turning glassy as she wets her lips. I’m already burning through the last shreds of my self-control, but when Dan lays a shy hand on my chest, it snaps. I snap.
Just like that.
I crush my mouth to hers, and the shock to my system has me rock-hard in seconds. My hands cup her jaw as I coax her lips to open for me. When she does, I plunge my tongue into her warm mouth, relishing the way she moans and tangles her tongue with mine. A little sensual dance we both know so well.
Thirteen years without her has apparently turned me into an animal, and the primal need to have her overrides every other logical thought I have—if there was any, to begin with.
I lift her on top of the wooden balustrade, and she wraps her legs around my waist, locking at the ankles. We’re both wearing sweatpants, and the soft fabric molds to my cock. Dan pushes forward and rubs her crotch against mine, making me grit my teeth.
Jesus.
My hands slip under her sweatshirt and lift it over her head. She shivers, and I try to wrap as much of her with my arms.
“Let’s go inside,” I tell her.
“No. Fuck me here where anyone might see.”
“But you’re cold.”
“So? Make me burn, Matt. You never had a problem with that before.”
Ah. Dan loved the thrill that came with the possibility of being caught or seen. Which was why I found myself fucking her in the backseat of my truck, behind the school gym after her cheerleading practice, under the bleachers while everyone else focused on the game.
She got off on it. And whatever she likes, I do, too.
Dan has no bra underneath, and I waste no time dragging my tongue across one pebbled nipple to the other, sucking and nipping and tasting. Her hands fly to my hair, and she yanks hard. I welcome the sting and suck so hard on the skin between her breasts that I know for sure it’s gonna leave a mark. Just the way we both like it—me branding her and leaving something that will take days to fade.
She tugs on my shirt, and I yank it over my head, tossing it to the floor before slipping out from my sweatpants. It’s fucking cold, but whatever. It won’t be long before I’m inside her warm cunt.
Dan can’t be outdone because, with her hands on my shoulders, I help her shimmy out of her own sweatpants.
Now, we’re both naked on the terrace as the drizzle intensifies into another steady downpour, the sound growing louder and more insistent. The wind picks up again, and the pitter-patter on the roof turns into a torrent.
That only means one thing—we can be as loud as we want. And if Dan hasn’t changed one bit, she’s about to yell my name.
I dip my middle finger in her pussy and let out a long groan. “Dan, you’re soaked. Is this for me?”
She throws her head back and whimpers, “Yes.”
I slide the finger inside her, and her back arches, eyes rolling back. I slip it out, run it up her slit, and rub circles around her clit. Her next whimper makes my cock twitch, and I can no longer fight the desire to be buried inside her pussy.
I’m so hard I don’t even need to hold my cock to notch it at her entrance. My fingers dig into her thighs as I sink inside her, inch by sweet inch. When I’m buried to the hilt, I stop and run my mouth along the column of her throat.
Dan feels so sweet and tight, and I’m pretty sure I won’t last that long. I have to drag this out and make sure she comes first.
Pushing her legs wider, I kiss her roughly as I piston my hips, my thumb teasing her hooded nub. Her nails dig into my biceps, and they’re gonna leave marks. I don’t care. I want her to brand me with her touch.
My pulse pumps madly with every hard, merciless stroke. I pull my head back and trail kisses along her jaw, lick the shell of her ear, and suck the skin over the tendons of her neck.
With her ass still on the balustrade, I drape her ankles over my shoulders, almost folding her in half. She grips the balustrade tightly, but I have my hands supporting her back so she doesn’t fall.