Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He chuckled against my back, then jerked his hand from between my legs, making me huff in frustration. I opened my mouth to complain, but closed it again when my dress was pushed off my shoulders. I lowered my arms and let it slide to the floor, and when Will unclipped my bra, I let that fall, too. I dropped a hand to push at my panties, but he slapped it away and pulled those off himself.
Putting my hand back on the wall, I looked over my shoulder to find Will pulling his shirt over his head. His jeans were already undone, his dick out and covered in a condom.
“Been thinkin’ all night about throwin’ that dress up and fucking you,” he explained, kicking off his boots and jeans. “But when it came down to it, I wanted to see all that pretty pale skin.”
“I’m not that pale,” I argued, dropping my head forward as he stepped in close.
“You are compared to me,” he said, pushing my braid over my shoulder so he could kiss the back of my neck.
He dropped to his knees and I froze, then awkwardly shuffled my feet wider as he pressed against my inner thighs with his hands. It was a weird position, his face almost pressed against my ass. I didn’t consider myself a prude, but I’d never had—oh, holy hell.
He grabbed one hip and used the other hand to press against my lower back until I was arched, my ass high in the air.
Then his mouth descended and my mind went blank. I didn’t care how I was positioned, how I looked, what noises I might be making. The only thing I cared about was the mouth between my legs, licking and sucking at my skin.
I came like that, my legs shaking so badly that Will kept a hold of me as he stood back up.
He spun me around and kissed me hard, his hands on each side of my jaw like he was afraid I’d turn my head away.
I stumbled as he pulled me away from the wall, but he didn’t go far. He fell to the edge of my bed, and tore his mouth from mine, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room.
Groaning, Will planted his face between my breasts, his hands lifting them as he took one and then the other into his mouth, sucking hard then biting my nipples.
My hands were frantic, running over every part of him I could reach. They slid over his shoulders and biceps, down the groove of his spine and back up the thick muscles on either side. His skin was smooth except for random scars I found with my fingertips.
“Turn around,” he ordered, twisting my hips until his face was once again pressing against my back.
He pulled me down, pausing for only a second to situate my legs on either side of his before I felt him, pressing insistently until he slid inside me. My skin broke out in goose bumps and I shivered as he pushed harder, my body stretching until my ass was pressed tightly against his groin.
Bracing my hands on his knees, I let my head drop forward as I sucked in a lungful of air. Sex wasn’t supposed to be that good. It wasn’t supposed to be so addictive that you were willing to do anything to get it—but that’s what it felt like then. I couldn’t imagine him anywhere else but inside me, and I couldn’t imagine a day when I’d ever turn him away.
I rolled my hips, my thighs burning.
“Not this time,” Will rasped, his hands leaving my waist to slide down my hips and over my thighs. “Fuckin’ bounce, Molly.”
One finger hit my clit, circling softly as I followed his instructions and raised my body, dropping back down hard. I did it again and again, and each time, his dick slid over a spot that had my eyes watering. The pressure was insane, almost too much, but I couldn’t stop—even when my legs felt like they were going to give out.
My hair grew damp with sweat as Will murmured filthy things in my ear, urging me to keep going, telling me how good I felt.
My legs were on fire and I was ready to scream in frustration, when suddenly Will was pushing my body up and twisting us toward the bed. I landed face down on the mattress with my feet still braced on the floor, and without pausing, Will snapped his hips forward.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, using one hand to brace myself against the bed as I reached out with the other to grab his thigh. It was slick with sweat, the muscles there bunching as he thrust.
I was so close to orgasm, I was holding my breath. Within a minute, I was gasping and holding back a scream as it washed over me. I felt it from my scalp to my toes, and for a few seconds, it was almost painful.