Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Just as I’m within reaching distance, Coralynn dips her head under the water. She doesn’t stay under long, and when she pops up. she’s wet, naked, and about to be writhing in ecstasy.
“Come here, trouble.” I take a seat on the bench, spreading my arms on either side, holding the deck as tightly as possible instead of taking this too hard and too fast.
“Where do you want me?” She’s within reach. I could very well plant her on my lap, slide her pussy along the length of my cock, and take as much as I want and how I want.
“On my lap. Going to let you do your worst before I lose control and either fuck you until we're both coming or bury my head between your thighs.” Truth be told, if I have it my way, we’ll be doing both by the time the night is over.
“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.” Her hands go to my shoulders, the tips of her fingers pressing into my skin, deep enough that I’ll have her marks on me for days to come.
“Gesù Cristo, sei il mio tutto.” You’re my everything. I don’t tell her the meaning, and she doesn’t ask. She is too caught up in planting her luscious fucking ass in my lap, and when she gets to work, all I can do is watch in complete rapture.
SEVEN
Coralynn
“Tony,” I mewl. My breasts rub along his chest, the hair softly abrading them, adding another sense to the multitude that’s currently running through me. He lets out a low grunt when the lips of my pussy slide along his thick and heavy cock. I’ve yet to wrap my hands around it, but I already know from feeling him before and now, definitely now, when there’s not a single stitch of clothing between us, that my fingers wouldn’t meet when I do get my hands on his dick.
“You feel damn good, trouble.” It’s clear he’s losing control. Gone is the man who kept his hands by his sides. They’re firmly on my hips, and he helps with the up-and-down motion.
“So do you.” The tip of his cock nudges my clit. “Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes closing as I settle into a rhythm.
“Peppermint. Always peppermint. Goddamn, I love the way you taste.” I’d plead for more, except the build-up is so damn incredible that I don’t want to rush this. Tony’s lips land on mine, teeth nipping at the plush, pillowy skin, and he more than likes it when my mouth shows how much he’s kissed them until they’re bruised.
“I need more, please,” I say in between each kiss. One hand slides lower, cupping the cheek of my ass, fingers digging in and moving dangerously close to where I’d have no problem exploring with him.
“You’ve got two options, Coralynn. You can slide your hot pussy down on my dick, or I can take this to the concrete, put you on your back, and bury my head between your thighs while I use my mouth and fingers on you. The choice is yours, but I’ve got nothing on me in the form of contraception. That’s inside.” He clearly didn’t plan for things to head this way out here, or he’d have stashed them within reaching distance.
“Later, you can use your mouth.” I want this. My hand wraps around his shaft. True to my earlier words, the tips of my fingers are nowhere near close to touching. He’s thick, he’s girthy, and he’s going to fill me up in the most delicious way possible. “I’m on birth control, the pill, and it’s up to you if we go bare or not.” If I could cross my fingers without losing his cock or my purchase on his shoulder, I’d do so, but since I’m not going to lose the fullness in my hands, I’m going to say a silent prayer. God, please, for all that is holy, do not let him put the brakes on me sinking down on his length. I’ll probably have lightning strike me for daring to ask the higher-up for something along these lines, but it’ll be worth it.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses out as I slowly drop an inch. His mushroom-shaped tip is thicker than his length, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath. “Obviously, I’m clean.” The grittiness in his tone tells a story of his own, one with molten desire, trying to allow me to take what I need while he keeps himself together.
“I am, too.” The option of going slow is taken out of my hands. With a quickness unlike any I’ve ever seen, I’m slammed down on his length, all the way to the root. I don’t know where he ends and I begin. “Tony,” I say on a squeal before it turns to a groan when he swivels his hips to hit my clit. We’re moving before I even know what’s happening. My back hits the wall, and he cages me in like he always does. Where I’d once attempt to run away from him, there’s no chance in hell I’d do that now. Each roll of his hips, each glide, each shove and advancement has me closer to the edge. I want more, need more, and while I have yet to voice my desire, minus the moaning and breathless whisper of his name, it’s almost like he can read me like a book.