Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Smiling at the haze of pleasure in her eyes, I hook my fingers under the waistband of her leggings, sliding them down her long legs as I kneel in front of her.
“Beck…” she breathes, her voice quivering with anticipation.
The sight of her laid out like this, her black hair splayed out on the hood of the car, drives me fucking wild. She’s so beautiful.
I press my lips to the inside of her thigh, slowly working my way up. She starts squirming, gripping the edge of the hood as I get closer to the place where she needs me the most, her breaths escaping in short, desperate gasps.
“Oh my God,” she says when I finally reach her pussy. “Please.”
I chuckle against her core. “Please what?”
“Lick me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m addicted to the taste of her. Sweet and tangy and so damn delicious. I drag the tip of my tongue through her slit toward her opening, then spear it inside her. Her back arches off the hood, and she cries out, her hands flying to my hair, tugging me closer.
Chuckling at the violent response, I lick my way up again, groaning when my tongue finally touches her clit. Swollen and pulsing. Begging to be licked and sucked.
“I love your pussy so much,” I mumble before flicking my tongue against her.
Her hips rise again, and she pulls my hair hard enough to bring a sting of pain to my scalp. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t stop if I tried.
The throaty sounds she makes, the way her body responds to my tongue, my lips—it’s driving me out of my mind. I eat her as if my life depends on it, losing myself in the taste of her, in the way she gasps my name. She’s unraveling beneath my tongue, and it brings a sense of satisfaction I’ve never felt before, knowing I’m the reason this woman is shuddering and moaning with pleasure. When she comes, I nearly do as well, and I have to forcefully squeeze my dick over my jeans, the resulting pain warding off the unwanted release.
“Beckett,” she pleads, even as her body trembles from the aftershocks of orgasm. “I need you. Please.”
I stand, my chest heaving, and pull her up to me, kissing her hard. She grasps for my belt, desperate and shaking, and I groan into her mouth as she undoes it. I fumble in my wallet for a condom, then shove my jeans off my ass, freeing my dick. Charlie falls back on her elbows as I step between her thighs.
“You want this inside you?” I ask, gripping my erection in my fist. I give it a slow stroke.
She moans and spreads her legs wider.
Jesus. This woman is reckless abandon personified.
I push into her, and the sensation is overwhelming, the intensity of it hitting me like a wave. I lean forward to bury my face in her neck, holding her tight as I thrust into her again and again. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“Baby…” I groan, my voice rough with need. “You feel so damn good.”
Her nails dig into my back, and she pulls me closer, her lips grazing my ear. “Harder,” she begs, and I don’t hesitate. I move faster, harder.
Everything fades. This is raw. It’s primal. It’s just the two of us, connected in a way that feels deeper than anything I’d ever known. The only thing that could make this better is if Will were here, his tongue on her nipple, fingers in her hair, as I fuck her toward another orgasm.
When she finally cries out, I cede control to her perfect little pussy, tumbling over the edge with Charlie. I come with a force so intense I see stars. I’m completely consumed by this woman, by the wet heat of her pussy, the way she’s gripping my cock so tight. I collapse on top of her, our bodies tangled together, the night air cool against our flushed skin.
My heart is still pounding as I brush my lips over her temple. “That was…” I can’t find the words.
She laughs. “Yeah. It was.”
For a long moment, we just lie there, finding our breath. I nuzzle her neck, planting kisses on her soft skin. Her fingers trace lazy circles on my back, and I feel her heartbeat gradually slowing against my pecs.
Eventually, I help her off the car and we get dressed. She doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave yet, though. Instead, she drifts out of the garage and walks toward the edge of the track. I follow her, our breath misting in the air. Charlie tilts her head, gazing up at the stars. When she visibly shivers, I pull her closer, keeping her warm as much for my sake as for hers.
“Better?” I murmur, rubbing warmth into her shoulders.