Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I grind my cock against her, sucking and biting at the soft skin of her throat. "Jesus, Loralei," I hum against her skin, kissing my way to her mouth. "You feel perfect beneath me, baby."
"Ash. Ash, please!"
One small hand claws at my side. The other slides into my hair, pulling insistently, trying to get my mouth on hers. I give us both what we want, slanting my mouth down over hers.
The way she sobs against my lips is heaven. So is the way she rocks against me in response, grinding her cunt against the head of my cock in search of relief.
My tongue twines with hers, pulling it into my mouth to suck on it. I want to ruin her with my mouth, make her forget whatever she was reading and remember only this—the way she feels beneath me, how perfectly we fit. I want her addicted to me, the same fucking way I think I may be addicted to her.
"This pretty little thing is aching for me, isn't it?" I groan, shoving my hand into the waistband of her sweats. Her stomach trembles beneath my palm. "Can I touch it, Loralei? Tell me I can touch it."
"Yes. God, yes!" Her nails dig into my side again, urging me on. Her legs spread further in invitation.
My hand dips between her legs, precum spilling into my boxers when I feel her—not panties, but her. She's dripping for me already, bare and burning hot.
"Fucking hell." I bite her bottom lip. "You're so wet, baby."
"I know!"
"You want to come on my fingers?"
"Yes. Please, yes. Please."
If she keeps begging like she is, she's going to be coming on my tongue, my cock, and every surface in this cabin.
I part her slit, my eyes locking on her face. I want to see her expression the first time I touch her. I want to watch the pleasure take her as she unravels for me. And I want her to know it's me making her feel this way.
"Eyes on me, beautiful," I murmur, waiting until they flutter open, so dark they're nearly black, before my thumb touches her clit.
Her lips part on a moan, her body trembling.
"Rock against me, Loralei. Use me for your pleasure," I order her, my thumb rolling against her clit. "Let me watch you, baby."
She whimpers, her cheeks turning pink like she's shy or embarrassed, but one palm lands against my chest, giving her leverage. She moves tentatively at first, rocking into my touch, grinding against my cock.
She's stunning below me, her body rolling, her eyes dilated, her lips parted. I think I could watch her like this forever and find some new little detail to focus on—like the way she bites her lip to try to stifle her moans, or the way her eyes roll wildly every time the head of my cock presses against her hole through our clothes. Or the way she whimpers endlessly, like she can't stop the sounds of pleasure I eke out of her.
"Just like that," I croon. "Christ, I fucked my fist in the shower, thinking about you, and you still have me so hard, I'm ready to explode right here and now, Loralei."
"Do it," she begs, her nails digging into my chest. "L-let me see."
Fucking hell. This woman is going to be the death of me.
"You want to watch me come?"
"Yes. Please."
"So fucking polite," I chuckle through a groan. "Take my cock out, then."
She doesn't even hesitate before reaching for the waistband of my sweats. I'm not sure either of us breathes as she lifts slightly before tugging them down, freeing my cock. The hard bastard immediately springs free, all hard and angry.
"Ash," she breathes, stroking one shaking finger down my shaft. "You're beautiful."
I groan, throwing my head back. And then she touches me again, her thumb swirling around the head.
I growl, leaning back slightly so my cock falls from her perfect hand. "If you want me to come for you, you have to come for me first, Loralei. That's the rule," I say, spreading her wide. My thumb presses against her clit, my finger circling her perfect hole. "You going to make a mess in those sweats for me?"
"Y-yes," she pants, rocking against my hand again. "I'm so close, Ash."
I groan, pressing two fingers inside her. She's so tight around them, her inner muscles already clamping down. "Jesus, beautiful. You're going to make me work to get in here, aren't you?"
"I…I…" A tiny flare of panic dances through her gaze, there and gone so quickly I might have thought I imagined it, except I know damn well I didn't.
She isn't ready for this to go any further.
"You don't owe me anything," I promise, meeting her gaze. "If this is the only piece of you I get, I'll die happy, Loralei."
She bites her lip and then nods, relaxing beneath me again.