Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I heard Ryker leave the shower and come into the room. I smiled, hopefully at him, but my eyelids were too heavy for me to lift them open.
A hand touched my foot. A thumb ran from my toes, down my sole to my heel. Ryker kissed me on the back of my foot. The stubble on his face tickled somewhat. I giggled and pulled my foot away.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, and he grabbed my foot and pulled it back to him. “I’m not done with you yet.” He took my feet in his strong hands and rubbed them with his fingers and the heel of his palm.
“Hmm,” I murmured. “You’re talented.”
“Doctor in residency,” he said, and he planted another soft kiss on the back of my foot.
He worked with firm hands, followed by soft kisses from my feet up to my calves. My feet and calves were grateful for his touch. The rest of my body was jealous. I wanted to touch myself badly, but, instead, I gripped the sheets and balled them in my hands. I quivered and spread my legs.
He trailed his hands up the back of my thighs while his lips ran up the inside. Just as he was about to come to my wet pussy, he ran his hands and his mouth back down my legs.
I lifted my hips and gyrated, searching for his nearby mouth. “You’re such a tease,” I murmured.
With rough and unexpected force, he pulled my legs apart and dragged his body up against mine. His hard chest brushed my exposed sex while his chin and jaw brushed against the side of my breasts. He slid up and kissed me on the cheek. “Mmm. Your body feels so good.”
His stiff cock pressed against my pelvis. I squirmed and shifted, trying to bring my yearning pussy to meet it.
I wrapped my arms around him. His mouth met mine in a fevered embrace.
He seized the back of my head and pinned me farther against the bed. His lips brushed over my lips, tasting them, wetting them with the tip of his exploring tongue.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him to me. But he resisted. He seized the inside of my legs, just under my crotch, and pinned them down.
Yet, I twisted and writhed, trying to bring my sex in contact with his. “You’re such a—”
He kissed me with a strong, possessive kiss. I belonged to him, and he was taking what was his. He teased me with the tip of his cock. Running it up and down and inside my thirsting labia, imitating the motion with his mouth and his tongue possessing my lips.
I turned my head and let a moan and a whimper escape. He pulled my head back to him and possessed me again. This time his cock entered me, though just a bit. Not enough. And I bucked and writhed, trying to bring Ryker deeper into me.
Suddenly, he let go. He ran his hands down my sides and grabbed my waist. His mouth nipped at my neck and shoulder. I lifted my chest and squirmed, my heaving bosom searching for his lips. He slid his firm hands down to rub my thighs, then ran them back up to my crotch. He pushed my legs apart and brought my pussy to his mouth like a famished castaway who’d discovered a coconut open and juicy.
With one hand on the back of his head, I grabbed his hair. My other hand reached behind me to grab hold of the headboard.
He entered me with his tongue. He explored then possessed my pussy just as he had done with my mouth.
I threw my head back and cried out, “Oh, Ryker!”
He pulled away.
I didn’t have the chance to catch my breath before he yanked me to him, lifted me off the bed, and guided me onto his long, stiff cock. My hand slapped against his chest. My fingers dug for something to hold onto, but his muscles were rock hard and impenetrable. I wrapped my leg around his waist.
He grabbed my ass with one hand, the back of my head with the other, and he laid me down onto the bed, entering me deeper and deeper still. His body pressed tightly against mine.
I wrapped my arms around him. My hands gripped the muscles of his back.
He thrust. He cried out, and I clawed.
“Ouch.”
“Am I hurting you?” I kissed him on the cheek.
He lifted my leg and pulled it across my body. He plunged into me, now from the side, and I threw my head back and moaned.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve been hurt before. Do your worst.”
I lay on the bed, too spent to move though my hips continued undulating slightly as I felt his phantom movements still on me and in me. Ryker sat up, his back leaning against the headboard. He put a pillow on his lap and eased my head onto it.