Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
She rolls her eyes and stretches forward, her pebbled nipples brushing against my chest. “I work at an OB-GYN office, Ellis. Birth control is covered. I’m also good to go on testing and assume you are, too. If you really want, we can pause and email each other our results.”
“Nope,” I reply hoarsely, hanging on by a fraying thread. “I’m good.”
She smirks, reaching between us and wrapping her hand around my dick, lining us up so she can sink down onto my length.
The feel of her slick pussy hugging my cock is hot enough to rewire my fucking brain chemistry. I honestly don’t know how I ever went a day without knowing this type of pleasure. She fits like she was made for me—made to be mine.
Our gazes clash as I lift my head to look at her. “You feel so good.” I grip her hips, pulling her closer. “Like heaven.”
She slides forward, rocking slowly against me, allowing us both time to. “Oh my god,” she moans, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock on every forward stroke.
“You feel…” She trails, her breath stuttering as I tighten my grip on her hips. I’m holding her hard enough to bruise, and goddamn if the thought of her wearing my fingerprints isn’t sexy as hell.
“You look so good riding me,” I whimper, helping her rock against me. I’ve never whimpered before, not once in my entire life. But sex has never—and I mean ever—felt like this before either. Time no longer has any meaning. Nothing exists outside of the mutual pleasure we’re both so desperately chasing.
Flames lick at me from the inside out as she slides her hands up my chest. My heart thumps wildly against her palm, pounding in perfect harmony with the need rioting inside of me.
“I’m so close,” she cries out, trailing her right hand higher, curling her slender fingers around my throat.
“Fuuuuuck.” My eyes practically roll back in my head as she applies gentle pressure. She’s not squeezing hard enough to restrict my airflow in any real way, but holy hell, if some part of me doesn’t want to beg her to squeeze harder. “I can feel how close you are.” Her pussy flutters as she rides me, circling her hips in tight, controlled movements. “Get there.”
She keeps her pace, slow and steady, her hips flush with mine as she continues rocking against me like she has all the time in the world. “Make me,” she challenges, her voice low and honeyed—pure sex.
I gladly rise to the occasion, releasing my hold on her hips. “Suck,” I order, bringing two fingers to her mouth.
She flicks her tongue against the tip of my middle finger before drawing both of them into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around them the same way she did my cock before I withdraw them and press them to her clit, massaging the needy little nub in a rhythm that matches hers.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans. “Ellis, I’m s-so close.”
“That’s right, baby girl.” I speed up but keep my pressure the same. “Use me for your pleasure. Come all over my cock so I can finally fill you up with my come.”
That’s all it takes for her to crash over the edge, coming hard, with my name on her lips. And I all too happily follow her over the edge into blissful oblivion.
“Wow,” she slurs, half-drunk with pleasure. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“Me either.” I stroke my fingers up and down her back. “Damn.”
She giggles as she kisses my pec. “Gotta be honest though.” She wiggles her hips. “Feels kind of gross now.”
“What?” I arch a brow. “Not a big fan of the feel of my come inside of you?”
“Not currently.” Her nose crinkles, and it’s the cutest thing ever. “Gonna shower.”
I smirk. “You just took a bath.”
“And now I’m covered in sweat and fluids, so sue me.” She stands from the bed and a dribble of my release slides down her thigh.
Groaning, I don’t think—I just act. Shooting my hand out, I guide my come back into her pussy, holding it there.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, her eyes flicking down to where my fingers are stuffing the remnants of my orgasm back inside of her.
“I…” I widen my eyes and lift my brows. “Have no clue.” I bring my thumb to her clit. “But I bet I can get one more orgasm out of you before we shower.”
“Oh, we’re sharing now?” she snarks, but I hear the quiver of want in her voice. My girl’s needy, but I’ve always been an overachiever.
“Don’t you know sharing is caring?” I ask, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her clit, never breaking eye contact.
Her stomach quivers as she watches me, lower lip trapped between her teeth. “Ellis, I don’t think I can—”