Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
“Don’t then,” I say in the same tone.
He dips a hand into the pocket of his pants, grabs his wallet, and fishes out a condom. After he hands it to me, he strips off the rest of his clothes, then climbs back on the bed, prowling once again. This man can prowl over me anytime. “How do you want me, Chloe?”
The question is like a shot of lust straight to my heart. It’s sexy and thoughtful at the same time.
“Tell me so I can give it to you,” he adds with a filthy sort of reverence in those brown eyes.
I part my lips, trying to speak, to pick an item from the menu of Sawyer Dumont. I’ll take one DNA-rearranging fucking for an entree. Finished off with a dessert of him decorating me. Yes, I want both. But I don’t answer. I’m too…mesmerized. I reach for his hard cock, thick, pulsing in my hand.
He shudders, vulnerable and aroused all at once as I stroke him. I savor the feel of the soft skin and his hard shaft, velvet and iron.
And dripping with a bead of arousal at the head. As I spread it over the crown, he trembles. And something in me cracks a little bit.
Maybe the way I’ve held him at bay. How I’ve clutched tight to my mistakes. To the way they chase me, trip me up.
Right now, nothing feels like a mistake. I guide him, without protection, to where I want him most. Parting my legs for him, I rub the head of his big, beautiful dick through my wetness.
It feels extraordinary. We both tremble.
“Oh god,” I gasp.
“Fuck me,” he mutters at the same time.
I grip the base harder, drag him up and down. I’m aching everywhere, tingling across every inch of my skin as I play. “Just the tip,” I coax, feeling greedy for him.
It feels like we’re in another world, without consequences. He nods like a man trapped in a haze too. But then he freezes, blinks a few times, and chokes out, “Chloe…are you—”
“On the pill,” I answer for him.
His groan is relieved and guttural, the sound of restraint snapping. He gives me a tease of his cock, sinking in the slightest bit.
And it’s ludicrously good. Flesh against flesh. My body cries out, begging for more of him. For all of him. I curl my hands around his bare shoulders. “It’s so good,” I whisper.
“It’s fucking incredible,” he says.
Like that, with my legs spread, my fingers curled around him, he eases out, then sinks back in.
Giving me just the tip.
That’s all.
But it’s enough to drive me wild. “Sawyer,” I gasp, so desperate for him like this.
“Yeah. Sweetheart?”
“I’m negative. Are you? And can you fuck me on my hands and knees so I can feel it tomorrow?”
He groans, long and rough. “Yes, and fucking yes.”
Just like that, he sinks into me all the way, and it’s glorious, this feeling of being filled by him with no barriers between us.
It’s even more glorious when he pulls out, smacks the side of my ass, and says, “Get on your hands and knees, woman. Show me how much you want my cock. Show me what you fantasize about when you slide past me at work.”
It’s a taunt, and I hate how much I love it. But it’s a challenge too. “What makes you think I do that?” I toss back.
He dips his face into the crook of my neck and slides his beard along my jawline in slow motion, his cock—wet with me—dragging along my stomach. After he bites my earlobe, he says, “Because you’re dripping. Now get on your hands and knees, and let me fuck you like I do when you’re alone in bed at night, playing with this sweet pussy.”
“You dick,” I say, but I’m scrambling, sliding out from under him, moving to the middle of the bed.
“You love my dick.”
I roll my eyes. But he’s not wrong. I really do. “Shut up and get that dick in me.”
He moves behind me and palms my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. “Mmm. This ass,” he murmurs in wicked approval, but I can’t even fashion a comeback because he slides his thumb down my wetness, then lines up once more.
And sinks inside me all the way.
Holy fuck. I feel him in my stomach. I feel him in my legs. I feel him everywhere.
“Yes,” I moan as I bow my back. “Deeper.”
He pushes his hand on my lower back. Angling me more. “That’s right. Take that dick, sweetheart,” he tells me, and I do.
I take it all the way as he fucks me hard, relentlessly, giving me everything I want.
He reorganizes my insides as he pounds into me. I curl my fingers into the mint-green Snoopy blanket, trying to hold on to something as my world rattles.
And my co-worker—my sort of business associate, my kind of landlord, and now my dance partner—slams into me. My tits sway with every delicious jolt. My body sings. My belly tightens, and my breaths come fast. He drops closer to me, his chest to my back, his hand covering one breast, then sliding down my stomach till it finds my clit. “Give me another one, Chloe. I fucking need it.”