Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
He smirks and drags his fingertips over my clavicle, down my chest to my belly, and steps closer.
“Six days is too fucking long to go without you.” He almost sounds angry, and the old me would have apologized, but I just wait to see what he says next. “It’s too goddamn long, kitten. Come here.”
He steps back into me, kisses me hard, licking and nibbling my mouth, making me hum against his lips, before he turns me around and presses my front against the car. The metal is cool against my skin, but I brace myself on my arms, my butt already popped out for him.
I want him so bad.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind.” His hands drag down my back to my butt, and he flexes his fists, gripping me firmly, just the way I love it. “And it has to be hard and fast this time, baby.”
I whimper and push back against him again, my body on fire and needing him. Hard and fast sounds amazing right now.
“Tell me you want my cock.”
“I want it.”
He chuckles and plants his lips by my ear. “Use your filthy words, sweetheart.”
I bite my lip, and then the crown of his cock is right there, and I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life.
“I want—” I gasp when he pushes inside, just a tiny bit, and then pulls back out again. “Bridger.”
“No, that’s not what I want to hear.” His lips graze the back of my shoulder, and a hand brushes down my spine, sending shivers through me. “Come on, beautiful girl. Give me your words.”
“I want your cock.”
He slams into me, so quickly that I see stars and have to brace myself against the car.
“That’s right,” he growls against my shoulder. “You want this cock. Only mine.”
“Only yours,” I repeat as he pulls out and pushes back in again, harder this time, his hips hitting my butt, and I arch my back further, wanting to feel more of him. “It’s so deep.”
“What is, baby?”
“Your cock. It’s so hard and so deep like this.” I moan and rest my forehead on my arm, pushing back against him with every hard thrust. “It’s so good. God, I’ve missed you.”
“Fuck.” His hands are on my hips now, holding on so tightly that there will be bruises later, and I don’t care. I want to see his mark on me. I want to see the evidence of this long after it’s over. “You’re so damn wet, and I’ve hardly touched you. Jesus, baby.”
“You don’t have to touch me.” I shake my head, loving the drag of the tip of his cock against my walls, loving the way he’s breathing so hard and the feel of his fingertips on my fleshy hips. “You just look at me, and this happens.”
“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he whispers against my shoulder and jerks harder, and then one arm wraps around me, and he presses his fingers to my clit, and my world explodes.
“Oh, fuck.” Was that me? “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Jesus, yes. I love it when you use your words. What? Tell me.”
“I’m gonna come.” My voice is high and desperate, and suddenly, it’s as though Bridger loses control. His hand presses harder on my clit, his hips are moving faster, pumping in and out of me so hard, it steals my breath. I’m consumed by him.
“Let go, baby. Come all over this cock. Soak me, sweetheart.”
His filthy words, combined with his big body behind me, his hands and dick all doing such magical things to my body, sends me over.
“God, you’re such a good girl.”
Oh, that makes me clench again.
“You like that? You’re such a good fucking girl, Dani. God, you feel so fucking good, milking me like that.”
I love his words. I think I could come just from listening to him praise me. It lights me up inside.
“Come inside of me, Bridger.”
His voice is rough as he swears incoherently, his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me back even harder, and then I feel him let go, filling me.
I’m panting, pinned between him and my car, but if he lets go of me, I’ll fall on my face. My knees are jelly.
Bridger doesn’t pull out right away. He guides me back against him and wraps his strong arms around my shoulders, plants his face in my hair, and holds on to me so tightly, as if he never wants to let me go.
“My good girl.”
My muscles contract, and I feel him smile against me.
“You like that.”
“Yeah.” I sigh and hug his arms against my chest. “I like that.”
“I wish I could stay with you today.” His voice is calmer, quieter, as he brushes his lips rhythmically over my hair, back and forth, soothing us both. “But Birdie’s at a birthday party, and I have to go get her in a few minutes.”