Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Stop it!” he yelled, jostling the bed with his knees, as if shaking me would make any difference in the sob that had worked its way up my throat.
He let go of my arm then, but I left it limp above my head as I felt him grasp my jaw firmly in his long fingers and turn my face toward his. Maybe if I ignored him, he would lose interest in the fight.
“When you cry, your lips swell up,” he whispered, making my eyes finally pop open in surprise.
He was so much closer than I’d realized that my breath caught in my throat as he stared at my lips.
Then his mouth was on mine.
“Pushing, always fucking pushing,” he mumbled against my mouth before sucking my bottom lip between his and biting down hard enough to make me whimper.
He tugged at my lip with his teeth, and I felt my body heat in response.
“What are you doing?” I asked as his eyebrows furrowed.
“Fuck if I know.”
We were silent as we stared at each other. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it was a bad idea, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from lifting my head and nipping his jaw hard with my teeth in retaliation.
“Harder,” he ordered, groaning as he grabbed the back of my head and pressed my mouth to his throat. “Do it hard.”
I followed his instructions, biting and sucking on his neck like it was my job, and his hands shook as one held me against him and the other slid down the side of my throat and ripped the strap of my bra and cami down my shoulder. He tasted salty, and the stubble under his chin rasped across my tongue.
“Jesus,” Shane groaned as he leaned back on his knees and gazed at my breast that had popped free. “Your nipples are pierced.”
He reached out and flicked the hoop resting against my breast, and my hips jolted involuntarily off the bed as he pulled the other strap roughly down my shoulder so both breasts were on display.
His hands were on me then, pinching and pulling on my nipples as I writhed underneath him. His nostrils were flared and his jaw tense as I reached for the athletic shorts he was wearing and pulled at them, feeling his hard erection through the silky fabric.
He was off the bed in a flash, but before I could wonder if he was going to leave me, he was back and kneeling above me—naked except for the dog tags hanging around his neck.
I reached for him immediately, but he caught my hands with his and brought them back to my breasts as he scooted up my waist. It took me a second before I realized what he was doing, but the minute his skin met mine, I couldn’t help the small moan that left my mouth.
“Hold them there,” Shane mumbled, looking to where his cock was nestled between my breasts. “Squeeze me tight.”
I nodded dazedly as I pressed against the sides of my breasts, wrapping him up in my cleavage as he began to slide up and down. His fingers found my nipples and tortured them as he moved, and before long I was so frustrated that I let go of one breast to try to reach the waistband of my pants.
My face felt like it was on fire, and my head was cloudy as I tried to reach between Shane’s thighs. My arms weren’t long enough to go around him, and I needed to reach my clit. I knew it would only take a second before I went off like the Fourth of July, and then I figured he could go back to what he was doing.
I didn’t think of the way my hand would slide across his balls and the inside of his thighs as I moved, but a startled yelp and then a moan had me pausing with my hand halfway to the promised land.
“Stop,” Shane said, sliding off me.
“I’m really getting tired of that fucking word,” I answered back, my eyes growing heavy.
He flipped me to my stomach like a sack of potatoes, and my breathing sped up as he climbed back on top of me and pulled my hips away from the bed.
“Fucking sweatpants,” he grumbled, squeezing my ass with both hands as I pulled myself onto my elbows.
“They’re yoga pants.”
“Thank God for yoga pants.”
“I’m pretty sure God didn’t design these.”
“I’m pretty sure he did,” he retorted, making his point by pulling them down to my thighs with one swift jerk. His hands went straight between my legs from behind, and I arched my back as his fingers slid over my skin.
“So bare and slick,” Shane whispered darkly, bending over my body until his chest rested against my back. “And what is this?”