Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I nod before trying to swallow him down my throat. I’ve never done it before, but I know the theory. And just for a moment, he’s in there, the tip of him at least before I have to pull back. I try again, and again, his appreciative groans egging me on. My gag reflex keeps me from getting much farther, but I do my best.
Suddenly, he pulls my head back. “Baby, keep doing that and I’m gonna fucking lose it, and if I’m gonna do that, I want it to be deep in your pussy.”
I smile up at him, still breathing heavily and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’d love that, but we don’t—”
“Of course we do. Check my left jeans pocket.” He grins.
I dig into his pants and come back up with a little brightly colored foil packet. “Always prepared, huh?”
“Never been a scout, but seems like a good rule if you ask me.”
I tear the foil and place the rubber ring on the tip of him. It’s a testament to the wonder of latex that it manages to stretch to fit as I pull it down as far as it goes. One day I’d love to feel him skin on skin, but I’m not going to make that decision when I’m half-naked and so horny I can’t trust myself.
“Up,” he orders, and I stand, letting him unbutton my jeans and give them a quick tug down onto my thighs. “Turn around.”
There still doesn’t seem to be anyone who can see us, but standing there so exposed to anyone who might come by sends a shiver of excitement through me. “What are you planning?”
He pulls me backward into his lap, so my back is pressed into his chest and my bare ass rests on his hard cock. I wiggle against it, but with my jeans still around my legs, I can’t spread for him.
“Easy.” He hooks his arm under my knees and pulls them toward him, folding me almost in half, and rolling me up just enough to press his cock in between my thighs, sort of like Rebel did on the couch in the common room, only Riptide finds my pussy instead. And then he slides into me and it’s a good thing that I’m so turned on, because this way he feels twice as thick.
Jesus.
It’s a struggle to stay quiet. No one seems to be close enough, but I shouldn’t tempt fate. He just makes it so difficult.
“You okay?” The way he holds me lets him murmur it right into my ear.
“Yeah, just… God, you feel huge at this angle.”
“You just keep telling me that, babe. Good for the ego.” He chuckles, then lifts my ass, rolling me against him and pulling me up until just the tip is inside. “Ready?”
“Yeah.” It comes out as a whisper.
He lowers me down his full length, filling me deep right out in the open. When I open my eyes, I’m looking out over the river, and I can hear the traffic passing by on the bridge above us. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip so I don’t scream out my pleasure. The last thing we need is people coming to see what’s going on.
The only ones I want coming are us.
I reach behind me over my head, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on as he lifts and lowers me on his cock, filling me deep every time. The only thing that would make this better would be if Mad Dog and Rebel were here too.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“That’s it. I love hearing dirty words come outta your mouth. Not so innocent once you’re warmed up, are you?” He nibbles my ear.
He wants dirty talk? I can do that. “Fuck me. Make me come on your cock,” I hiss. “I want you to show me how good you can make it.”
He moans, his grip on my ass and thigh tightening as he moves me faster. Every time that monster cock of his reaches deep inside me, it stirs my fires, making them flare up harder and hotter.
I try to keep up the dirty talk, but soon I’m too busy just trying to keep my short gasps under control, and my moans from getting too loud. I don’t usually come just from penetration, but whether it’s the wild intensity of our situation, or the angle he’s hitting me at, I can feel it coming. Feel me coming.
“Riptide, I’m…” is all I can produce before it hits me.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, pushing and pulling me faster and faster as I explode in his lap. I let go of his neck so I can cover my mouth to muffle myself. Electric surges burn their way through me, arcing over my skin and frying my mind as I lose the last vestiges of control. His shaft swells, feeling even bigger and harder as my body squeezes him, every muscle I’ve got tensing up. The groan that pushes past my hand doesn’t even feel human.