Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
His tongue was in my mouth, gliding past mine in an expertly executed kiss, taking my breath away before he sucked my bottom lip, tilted his head, and did it again…taking my breath away once more.
Other guys did not kiss like this.
They did not look like this.
They did not touch me like this.
His hands grabbed the material of my shirt and pulled it over my head, his mouth moving to my neck the second he got it free. He kneeled and kissed my collarbone, the hollow of my throat, his hand fisting my hair and knotting it. One of his large arms moved over my ass, and he lifted me off the floor and into his body, taking me from the office and moving to the closest bedroom.
My bed was unmade from the last time I’d slept in it, dirty panties on the floor that never made it into the hamper. My nightstand had an alarm clock that showed the time along with a tube of lipstick I had left there.
He laid me on the bed while moving on top of me, getting my sweatpants and panties off in one single pull. Clothes didn’t drop slowly like last time. We were both anxious, eager to have what we already knew was good. He kicked off his shoes and got his own jeans and boxers off before he moved on top of me, getting between my legs instantly, like he couldn’t wait another second to have me, like he’d wanted me for days, when it seemed like he’d been indifferent to me throughout that entire time.
He shoved himself inside me, knowing I was wet before he even touched me.
I moaned at his entrance, reunited with the physical bliss that made me forget every bad thing that had ever happened to me…for a time. My nails clawed into his shoulders, and my ankles locked together in the middle of his back as he ground against me, pressing my body into the mattress as he dominated me, gave it to me deep and hard, like everything we were doing wasn’t enough, like he needed more of me regardless of how much he had.
I couldn’t kiss him because I was breathing too hard to do so. He panted in my face, moving deep inside me every single time, anxious and desperate, like this was the first time rather than the second.
It was more passionate than last time.
I held on to him, cupping his face to mine and bringing our lips together as I came, whimpering and writhing like I didn’t know what to do with myself. Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes because it was so good, causing both sets of toes to cramp because I’d tightened my body in so many ways.
His eyes were on me, and he gave it to me harder, thrusting my body into the mattress like he wanted me to be swallowed by it. He moaned as he made me come, like he could sense how good he made me feel.
My nails clawed at his back, feeling the mosaic of muscle that comprised his powerful frame. I rocked with him until I was finished, until the tears stopped falling and settled onto the pillow underneath me.
My ankles loosened around his back, and then I rolled him over so I could be on top.
He hesitated, as if he didn’t expect me to do that. The confusion remained on his face, like he liked to be in charge, liked to do the fucking while I just enjoyed it.
But once I started to roll my hips, take his dick while palming his chest, his expression changed.
He closed his eyes for an instant, groaning like he really enjoyed it.
I’d never been adventurous or one to take charge in the bedroom. Most of my lovers were short-term, and there’d never been enough time to have anything this passionate. But with him, I didn’t think twice about my actions…I just did them.
He propped himself up on one elbow and placed his open hand against my stomach, like he wanted to feel my body tighten and move, feel the way I rocked back and forth with the muscles I’d built up working in the camp.
Seeing the way he clenched his jaw like he’d never been fucked so good made me want to work harder, made my body get wetter because it was a turn-on. I leaned forward and arched my back, my face above his, our slick bodies moving together at a new angle.
He closed his eyes again and inhaled a deep breath. His hand moved to one ass cheek, and he gripped it hard, moving my ass up and down like he wanted a little more, like this was exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. Then he made a loud groan as he finished, his face getting flushed and red, so fucking handsome.