Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
She gasped as I dragged my mouth across her cheek to her neck, licking and nipping at the soft skin. I sucked her earlobe between my teeth and bit down, making her shiver. She clung to my neck, then ran her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “God, you’re so strong.”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
I captured her mouth again, lying back on the bed, her on top of me. I rolled, hovering over her, kissing more. I didn’t want to stop. She dug her fingernails into my back and wrapped her legs around my hips. I sank into the heat of her, my cock desperate and aching for her. We rolled again, her sitting on top, my dick nestled between her legs.
“You are so big.”
“We’ll fit perfectly,” I assured her. “I want you.”
She rolled her hips, and I groaned. I could feel her heat even through our clothing.
She bent and took my mouth, sliding her tongue in and twisting it with mine, making me ache with the simple act. She was effortlessly sexy. Something that idiot was too blind to see. I planned to let her know I saw it. I saw her. As often as I could.
She sat up, then pulled her blouse over her head. It caught in her hair, and I sat up, helping her. We both laughed as I smoothed her hair back. “That didn’t go as planned,” she murmured.
I caught her face between my hands. “You are beautiful, Casey. You make me breathless.”
She tugged on my shirt. “Off.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I’m sure. My head is perfectly clear.” She lifted an eyebrow. “I said off, Thorne. Now.”
I grinned and tore it over my head, tossing it across the room.
“Jesus,” she muttered, pushing me back on the bed and staring at my chest. She ran her hands over my torso, tracing the abs and pecs, teasing my nipples. “Washboard,” she whispered. “Hard and sturdy.”
“That’s not the only thing hard and sturdy right now.”
She slipped off the bed, reaching for my waistband. “Up.”
With a groan, I let her pull my sweats down. My cock sprung up, hard, throbbing, ready.
“I wasn’t imagining things the other night.”
“You are good for my ego,” I praised. I sat up on my elbows. “I want to see you now.”
She paused, then unclasped her lacy bra, her breasts lush and full, the perfect dark-rose nipples as enticing as they had been the other night.
“The rest,” I demanded.
She hesitated, and I called her name, waiting until she met my eyes. “You are beautiful. Every inch of you. Forget what that asshole said. Listen to me.”
She slid her leggings down and stood before me naked. Glowing. Unsure.
I held out my hand. “Come here.”
I pulled her to me and kissed her, sitting up and lifting her to my lap as we explored each other. Our chests melded together, her nipples hard on my skin. The skin on her back was pure silk. Her hair tickling my thighs was enticing. My cock was pressed between us, and I leaned forward so she was supported in my hands as I sucked her nipples, the fantasy I’d had not nearly good enough. They were hard and tight, and I licked, sucked, and nibbled on them until she was whimpering and they were red and damp from my mouth. I slid my hand between us, stroking her. She was wet, ready, her desire evident. I rolled her hard little clit between my fingers, and she whimpered, begging me for more.
“Protection,” I murmured.
“In the drawer.”
I reached over and looked in the drawer. “Two boxes?” I asked, pulling one out. I lifted an eyebrow at her. “Jumbo? I’m flattered, Casey, and I’m above average but not that big.”
She grinned. “The other box is just extra-large.”
I tossed the box back and grabbed a condom from the other one. “That’ll work.”
I rolled it on, and I lifted her, my cock nudging at her entrance. I took it slow, inch by inch, my cock disappearing inside her. She gripped my shoulders, her eyes shut, her body tense.
I brought her mouth back to mine, kissing her. I slipped my fingers back to her clit, rubbing, teasing, and stroking. She relaxed into me, shaking as she opened even more, and I seated myself fully inside her.
I groaned at the sensation. Hot, tight, perfect. She was made for me. “Ride me,” I pleaded. “Use me, Pixie. Make yourself feel good.”
She rolled her hips, gasping at the feel of us. She leaned back, and I caught her again, holding her as she moved. Surged. Gripped me. I slid back on the bed, still upright, and she gripped my thighs, arching and taking me deeper than I thought I could go. My balls tingled, the pleasure building. She moved faster, and I grabbed her hips, moving with her, making sure to hit her where she needed it. The room spun as sweat poured down my back. My breathing was harsh, and I groaned and cursed as the ecstasy built. She moaned my name, her voice wild. The bed creaked under us, the sheets shifting. I slid my hand between us again and pressed her clit. Teased it until she cried out, locking down, her head thrown back as she came. My orgasm rushed through me, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight and chasing the feeling until it was a bright light behind my eyes, my release bursting from me and filling her.