Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
When I finally remove her bra, I’m breathing like I’ve just come off a shift on the ice. With her panties gone… naked. Both of us.
Winnie stares at me. Her eyes lock on my cock and she whispers, “That is magnificent.”
I can’t help but laugh—deep, rumbling and it feels good to have fun in bed with a woman. “It’s all yours, baby.”
The look she gives me… it’s like my words hit a switch. Her gaze drops between us again, lingering on me with a mix of awe and hunger. I didn’t think it possible, but I grow harder yet.
She swallows, then whispers, “I like to think of it as an adventure.”
I snort and lean in to brush my nose along hers. “The Lucky roller coaster. I know you can take it.”
“I can totally take it,” she purrs, tracing her fingers along my jaw. “I’ve got a toy about that size and—”
I choke on a groan, loud and unfiltered, cutting her off. “Winnie… for fuck’s sake. You’re my sweet, innocent, reserved girl. You can’t say things like that.”
She laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief and then she reaches between us. Her hand wraps around me and my breath freezes. The way she strokes—yeah, I’ve never been harder in my life.
Nor as focused on getting her off. I push her hand aside and although she issues a sound of dismay, it warbles away as I move down her body. I settle between her thighs and push her legs wider. Her eyes are luminous with lust. I drag my fingertips gently through her soft curls and then look up at her.
I dip one finger inside and feel how ready she is. Her eyes flutter closed. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She smirks as she blinks her eyes open. “Your fault.”
I slide in another finger and twist, feeling her body arch. When I pull out, she emits a desperate sound that might haunt me in the best way.
I nudge her legs farther apart, duck down, and bury my face between her thighs. The first touch of my tongue makes her cry out, high, sharp, raw. She covers her face with both hands, like even the sound embarrasses her.
I smile against her—tongue, lips, fingers, all of it getting in on the action. She tastes incredible. She tastes like Winnie.
Her hips rock, her hands claw at the sheet and then my hair. I give her everything, and when her orgasm hits, it rips through her so hard I can feel it in the tension of her thighs around my head.
But I’m not done.
She pants, eyes glassy. “I need you inside me…”
I pull back just long enough to say, “Not yet. One more.”
She starts to say no, but I dive right back down and the sound becomes strangled.
I have to work a little harder for this one, and I might actually draw it out in a torturous way, but by the time I finally crawl back up her body, she’s absolutely wrecked.
I watch her watch me as I roll on the condom. She looks shattered. We don’t break the connection—eyes pinned to each other. I stroke myself slowly and let the need show on my face. No pretending. I want her so much it hurts, and I want her to see it.
The lust is still there in her hazel eyes, but the tenderness… it rips through me as hard as her orgasms did her.
I lower my body and kiss her with everything I have, my hand cradling her face. With the other, I line myself up and ease in just enough to settle against her entrance. Her body welcomes me, stretching slowly as I rock my hips forward, a little at a time.
Winnie moans into my mouth.
Bit by bit, I press deeper, taking my time. I kiss her through every slow push, feeling her body pulse around me, stretch to accommodate. Every sound she makes, every little tremor, drives me higher.
“You okay?” I ask softly, pulling back to see her eyes.
“More,” she whispers with urgency.
God, I love that. Knowing that her need is as great as mine.
“You take me so good,” I rumble, kissing her again.
When I’m all the way in, I go still, letting her adjust. My lips brush her ear. “You feel so fucking good, I think I’ll stay right here forever.”
She giggles and it’s not grating the way it sounds on some women. It’s adorable and sweet and I want to hear it always.
I start to move. Slow. Measured. Letting her feel every inch as I glide out and back in. Her body arches into me, and I time each thrust to hit just right, angled to brush that spot that makes her gasp. I fuck her with measure, feel her squeeze around me like she’s desperately trying to hold me in.
“Oh, Lucky,” she whispers so lightly, I barely hear it.