Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I drag her into the room, kicking the door shut with my foot. Pressing her back against the wall, I make my way from her neck to her mouth. She hisses when I take her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Tucker,” she whispers. “You’re such a bad boy.”
“And you’re my good girl,” I growl against her mouth before slipping my tongue inside.
She laughs between kisses. “Not when I’m with you.”
Her words stop me from going further. I peel my lips from hers and look into her eyes. “I didn’t take you to Universal just to have sex with you.” Stepping back from her, I create some distance to gauge her reaction. “I don’t want you to think that was part of my master plan.”
She reaches out for me, and I slip my fingers between hers. “I want you, Tucker. I want to show you how much.”
As I lift her, she hooks her legs around my back. I plant soft kisses along her jaw, and our mouths meld together as I move to my bed and lower her to the mattress. Making room for myself between her legs, I continue my slow exploration of her mouth. Her kisses are greedy and passionate, while mine are rough and intense. I’m like an animal, licking and sucking and biting her. She loves it and moans my name with each tug of her flesh.
Our lips separate long enough for me to see the hunger in her eyes. She lifts her hips, and her shirt slides up her stomach. I slide my hand along her smooth skin and inch up her tits. My cock is rock hard, poking her inner thigh. It’s almost painful to maintain this pace when I want to be inside her so fucking badly.
Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I squeeze the tiny bud. She squeals as if this simple touch has caused her entire body to come alive.
“Tucker,” she whines. “Stop torturing me.”
A ghost of a smirk crosses my lips. She shakes her head at me, pure ecstasy mixed with sexual frustration written on her face.
After sucking on her nipples, I kiss my way down her stomach and flick open the button of her jeans. I sit up long enough to pull them down her thighs with her panties. My cock presses against my jeans, the friction becoming too painful to stand.
I lean forward and drag my finger along her slit, pushing two fingers inside her to test her slickness. She smells so good I want to lick every inch of her. Her eyes close as she raises her hips to push my fingers deeper.
“I take that back,” I say, dipping my head between her thighs to lick her clit. “You’re a bad girl.”
She opens her eyes to watch me, a smile on her lips. Her moans become screams loud enough to wake everyone a block over on Greek Row. Sam puts on a show by gripping my hair between her fingers and screaming my name like a porn star.
It’s always the shy, quiet types who surprise you.
After she comes, I quickly strip off my clothes and roll a condom down my length. Her eyes widen as I do this, and she licks her lips. Sam moans in my ear as I rest my elbows on both sides of her head, taking it slow enough to kiss her. Her nails dig into my back and drag along my skin as I quicken my pace. The first time we were together, I fucked her like a puck bunny.
Now, she’s my girlfriend.
It’s different this time.
I want to satisfy her every need.
“You won’t break me,” Sam mutters against my lips.
Giving her what she wants, I move harder and faster, ripping a few screams from her lips. Gripping her hips, I claim every inch of her body, her pussy tightening around my cock. She’s so close I feel it, like a balloon about to pop. Knowing how close she is, I chase her orgasm, wanting to make her come again.
She does.
And it’s beautiful.
Her body tenses before it relaxes, and once she fully lets go, her body trembles with each thrust of my cock. Sam has a sexy glare in her eyes as she’s just come down from her high. I ride her high, mine right behind hers, consumed by the orgasm commanding control of my body.
I kiss her lips before rolling onto the bed, glistening in sweat. With her hair wild and cheeks flushed, she’s incredible, the only girl who has ever made me feel this way. I’m not sure if it’s love. My feelings for Sam are so strong but unfamiliar.
Sam curls up next to me, her sweat-slick skin pressed against mine, her face buried in the crook of my neck. “That was even better than I remember.”
I’m at a loss for words.
I’ve never felt like this after sex.