Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
I whimper when his thumbs brush my nipples through the fabric. I’m so sensitive, so ready for him. They’re tingling like never before.
He pulls down one strap. Then the other.
I moan as my dress falls to my waist. He takes a long hard look at my breasts spilling out of my bra and then leans down to put his mouth on me. I drop my head back when I feel his hot lips kissing my collarbone and my shoulder, making my whole body light up like the Fourth of July.
He unhooks my bra and slowly pulls it off as I sink my hands back into his hair, holding his mouth against my burning skin.
My breasts tumble free, and he growls—actually growls—as he cups them in his big hands.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters as he stares down at them. I wonder if he can see my heart thundering in my chest. It’s pounding like never before.
“Oh,” I gasp as his hot mouth closes over one nipple, sucking and licking while he palms my other breast. My head drops back with a moan, fingers fisting and pulling his thick hair.
Holy shit, I love New York.
He switches to the other breast, and I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his hot, perfect mouth and blissful tongue.
I slide my tingling hand down, needing to touch him, to feel him. I want to know if he’s as turned on as I am. The moment I touch the long thick cock straining in his pants, he groans—and just like that, I have my answer.
I add some pressure, pushing against his erection with my palm and he hisses on my bare breast like the intensity is too much.
I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, so I pull my hand away.
“No,” he growls, grabbing my wrist with a steel grip. He puts my hand right back onto his cock. “Please don’t stop.”
I’d smile if I wasn’t so turned on as I start stroking him over his pants, wondering if it’s as big and long as it feels, and wondering how that can possibly be the case.
He groans right onto my bare chest, his hot breath teasing my hard nipple. Now, I have this man shaken. I’m making his knees go weak.
With my mouth watering, I lower my eyes.
I want to see him.
I want to taste him.
I drop down to my knees, heart racing, hands working his belt.
“Goddamn,” he hisses, dropping his head back while he grabs a fistful of his hair.
His eyes quickly drop back down as I yank out his belt and pull down his zipper like he doesn’t want to miss a second of the erotic show I’m about to give him.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
But with no hesitation, I pull down his pants and reach into his boxer briefs, wrapping my eager hand around his big thick cock.
He hisses when I pull it out.
“Whoa,” I whisper as it springs up in front of my face.
With my tongue aching to taste him, I hold him in my hand to admire every long powerful inch.
He’s so hard. So beautiful. This cock is breathtaking.
Literally.
I can’t breathe as I stare at it in awe.
It’s huge. So huge.
Long, veiny, and thick enough that my fingers don’t come close to touching around it. And the head—God, the beautiful head—is swollen and slick, flushed a deep shade of pink that makes something flutter low in my belly.
A drop of precum swells at the tip, then spills over, sliding down the ridge and catching on one of the thick, raised veins trailing his shaft. Another drop follows, dripping hot onto my knuckles.
He’s gorgeous. Every inch of him.
His big masculine balls hang below, tight and full, swaying with every heavy breath he takes like they’re seconds away from releasing all that heat. For me. Into me.
I shiver with the tempting thought.
He’s so hard it looks painful. So thick it makes my mouth water. So perfect I feel it in my toes.
And the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his next breath, like I’m the reason he’s straining like that—has me aching all over.
“Fuck, Amber,” he grits out, his voice hoarse as his back hits the wall. “You’re gonna kill me, girl.”
I squeeze my hand and start stroking—once, twice—watching his sexy jaw clench. Three times and then I lean forward and lick a drop of precum off the tip.
His whole body shudders.
“You’re so big,” I whisper. “So hot…”
“You’re the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls.
“Can you take off your shirt?” I moan. I want to see his chest and abs and those delicious arms. I’ve been dreaming about that torso for days.
He doesn’t hesitate. He undoes two buttons, but it’s taking too long, so he just yanks his shirt open, sending the rest of them scattering down the hall.