Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
What chance do I have? He only has to look at me and I nearly orgasm on the spot.
His tongue dives deeper and deeper, and the grip he has on my thighs is almost painful. His eyes are closed and I watch him with my hands tenderly on the back of his head. He nibbles and sucks in a rhythm that can only be called practised technique, and I begin to grind underneath him.
Oh God. I writhe beneath him, and my body starts to really work on his face.
Fuck, this feels so good. His hips begin to circle against the mattress to try and relieve some of the tension he’s feeling.
“Cam…” I breathe. My hips grind into his face and I can feel the stubble burn between my legs.
He pushes a finger in and we both groan in pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” he whispers.
My eyes roll back in my head as he adds another two fingers.
Ouch! I jump and my legs close around his head on autopilot.
“Open.” He growls as he rips my legs apart and pins them again. He sits up and really starts to work me with three large fingers. He works me so hard that the bed begins to rock.
My body begins to lurch forward. “Cameron...” I whimper.
He pumps again.
My body lurches forward as an almighty orgasm rips through me. He drops his mouth again and licks me, and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Give me some cream, baby. Show me how you taste when you come?” he whispers into me.
Holy fucking dirty talking Heaven.
I writhe on the bed as I try to push him off me. “Cameron, no, stop.” I hold his forehead and try to push him off, and then he slowly rises above me.
Dear God, help me.
His dark eyes are locked on mine and my arousal glistens on his lips. The muscle between his legs is so hard. I’ve no doubt I’ll need to be hospitalised after this.
“Spread your legs, Bloss,” he whispers.
I pry my legs apart as far as I can, and he gets up and walks around, opens his bedside drawer and retrieves a box of condoms, as well as a bottle of lube.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Lube… he thinks he needs lube.
Fuck.
He walks back around to the side of the bed and kneels next to me before he pours some lube onto his fingertips and watches intently as he glides it through my flesh.
Arousal dances like fire in his eyes and I hold my breath as he concentrates on the task at hand.
“How long has it been?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Two years,” I whisper.
He smiles a satisfied smile, bends, and gently kisses my inner thigh. “I’ll behave,” he whispers darkly.
Oh man. That’s his way of saying he will try not to hurt me. I watch on intently as he removes a condom from the box and carefully rolls it on. His eyes then rise to meet mine and he licks his lips as his fingers drop to my sex again, and he glides them in and out of my body.
“Fuck. I want you,” he whispers, deep in concentration, and I feel grateful for this break in passion to give me a moment of clarity.
This is special. He is special and he makes me feel special.
I smile up at him.
“Do you know how beautiful you look all messed up with an orgasm afterglow?” he breathes.
“Why don’t you show me?” I whisper.
“Excellent idea.” He crawls over me and kisses me softly as his cock slides up against my stomach. “Open your legs, Bloss. Let me in.”
I smile against his lips and his tip nudges my opening.
His kiss turns desperate and he lurches forward.
Pain shoots through me and I tense instantly. Fuck!
“Shh, Bloss. Relax, baby,” he whispers into my mouth. We kiss again and he slowly pushes forward with force. My eyes close as I try deal to with him. God, he’s everywhere. The way his body is overtaking mine is overwhelming and I whimper.
“Here we go, Bloss. Relax, baby,” He whispers again as he kisses me and drives home hard. I cling to his back tightly and he stays deep and still to let me adjust around him
“Kiss me,” he breathes, and our lips crash together as he slides out and pushes back into me slowly. I smile against his lips as the first glimmer of enjoyment flickers through the pain. As if sensing the opening, he circles slowly to stretch me out and my mouth hangs open in pleasure as I moan softly.
Fuck, I can’t even pretend to act cool when he is doing this to me. He kisses me again and again, and I am so grateful for his patience. I can hear his breath quiver as he holds back from going hard. He’s stalling. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He pulls out, then pushes back in, and I smile. “When did you get so fucking big, Mr. Stanton?” I whisper.