Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“I know,” I growled and kissed her again, harder and deeper as we fell to my bed together, her on top of me, legs straddling my hips and nothing but a thin strip of cotton between us. She ground her hips in long, slow strokes, letting out shuddering sighs that I happily swallowed.
“Colt,” she moaned as her lids fluttered open, green eyes dark and heavy with lust.
I couldn’t resist her another second, slipping a hand between us until I found her pussy, swollen and wet, aching for me. “Fuck, Mols.” She was so damn responsive I felt myself growing even harder between us.
“Yeah, just like that,” she moaned and pushed her hips against my hand. “Your touch,” she began but said no more as her head fell back and her back arched into my touch.
I sat up, adjusting our positions slightly because I needed to get rid of that bra, to taste those silky smooth, sweet, puckered nipples. They were hard as I knew they would be because they always were. She gasped when I bit down on the hard nubs, and her hips bucked forward, sending one finger deep into her wet depths. I sucked and licked while she rode my hand, her hips moving faster and faster until she flew apart. “So fucking beautiful,” I growled and went back to her nipples. She was so wild and free; she acted without abandon when we were together like this, and knowing that I was the man who made her feel that way? Utterly fucking intoxicating.
“I need you, Colton. Now.” She pushed at my chest until I was flat on my back. “I can’t get enough of you,” she groaned and fisted my cock, pumping in quick, hard strokes.
“Good thing you don’t have to.”
Something flickered in her eyes, but then it was gone, replaced with lust. She was so far gone she didn’t bother removing her panties, just slipping them to the side as she fed my cock into her body. “Yes,” she moaned as she slowly slid down my cock until I was buried deep. “So. So. Good.”
I smiled and gritted my teeth. “So wet. So fucking tight,” I growled as she pulsed around me in quick, tight pulses that threatened to steal my control. “Molly.”
She leaned forward, her hair hanging around us like a silky blond shield from the outside world, hands flat against my chest, and then she began to move. Slowly at first, in long, deliberate strokes. She was so fucking tight that I felt every pulse, every flutter of her walls around me. “Colt, you feel so good.” Her hips sped up a little more and then a little more. “So fucking good,” she growled.
I wanted to let her lead this because I was transfixed by the sight of her, the way she learned what she liked and took it. The way she didn’t forget about me, swiping her fingers across my nipples, massaging my pecs before she teased me with her gorgeous, plumped tits. I grabbed them both a little roughly, licking and sucking the hard tips while she rode my cock.
“Oh,” she gasped when my hips thrust up. “Wow.”
I did it again and again, harder with every stroke until her legs buckled and she fell against my chest. I quickly switched our positions, hitching one of her legs over my hips, and I fucked her long, slow, and hard. Every single cry of pleasure hit me straight in my balls, but I was determined to drive her out of her mind.
“Colt,” she moaned. She was close, pulsing and squeezing me tight until I eased off. “Please,” she begged.
“Not yet,” I whispered and pulled out, slamming in one long, deep stroke.
“Colt, please,” she begged over and over. Sweat broke out on her brow, her head thrashed back and forth, and when I took her nipple between my lips, she bucked off the bed.
Hours passed, maybe days, while I kept up my torture, and she begged me to let her come. But when she gripped my hair tight enough to sting, that sent a signal straight to my nuts, and they grew tight, my spine tingled, and I knew it was time.
“I need to come, Colt. Please.”
I got up to my knees and gripped her hips, moving our bodies in time together. Hard and fast strokes, deep and then shallow, over and over until her walls tightened, her legs, her whole body went stiff, and then she exploded in a long and powerful orgasm that shook her entire body. “Let go for me, babe.”
She was beautiful with her head tossed back, body arched into a beautiful bow. I leaned forward, taking her nipple again while I continued to pump into her, seeking out my own orgasm.
“Colt,” she said, a question in her voice as her orgasm continued.