Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
I haul her closer, my hand gliding up and down. “Your entire back.” Glancing over her shoulder, I confirm it with a groan. The devious dress rests just above the rise of her peachy ass. “Jesus, Chester. You’re going to kill me.”
A small smile plays on her pink lips as she fiddles with the lapels of my jacket. “I’m pretty sure you’ll want to live, if only to take this off me later.” She straightens my bow tie, and her green eyes meet mine. “God, you’re gorgeous. It’s like I forget the impact of you, and then ‘wham’ weak knees and fluttering heart.”
The way she just out and says it, her gaze sliding over me as if I’m hot chocolate on a cold day, I get weak-kneed myself. My free hand cups her cheek, the silk of her hair sliding over my fingers. Without a word, I seek her mouth.
Her lips are a study of contradictions: soft yet firm, yielding then greedy. She sighs inside a kiss, small sounds of pleasure and want. It sends a fierce surge of lust through me. I take her mouth, own it, plunge in deep, feeding her my tongue with urgent strokes as if she’s starving for it. Yet, she’s the one who owns me. I’m the one starving.
“I love kissing you,” I say against her lips, never stopping, but taking more and more. Begging for it in return. Chess grips my lapels, holding on, tugging me closer.
My hand slides farther along the curve of her back, down under the edge of her dress. A pained groan rips from me. More satin skin. “Fuck no,” I plead, sucking her lower lip. “You’re bare?”
I feel her smile. “No panty lines,” she murmurs, breath hot and damp.
I grip her ass, kneading the firm flesh. “Fuck, baby. We’re not going to make it out.”
Her teeth pull at my upper lip, as she reaches down to cup my dick, where he is hard and insistent against the seam of my pants.
Chess makes a sound of approval, stroking and giving me an impatient squeeze. “I want him.”
“You have him.” We tumble against the wall, me leaning into her. I don’t know who is holding up whom at this point. Chess fumbles with my zipper, slipping her hand in to clasp my dick. She gives him a hello stroke.
Things get hazy. My hands go to the skirt of her dress, gathering the fabric, wrenching it up and up until I find the smooth length of her thighs.
“Hold on,” I say, kissing her deeper, a little frantic now.
Her long legs wrap around my waist, gripping tight, pulling me in.
I find the wet heat of her, stroke the soft slickness with the tips of my fingers. Chess shudders, her breath gusting out in a pant. “Finn. Now.”
My forehead rests against hers. “Always.”
It almost hurts, that first thrust. She so fucking tight, and I’m so fucking swollen with need. I groan like I’m dying. Maybe I am. I’m so hot, I can’t find a breath.
She’s arching her neck, whimpering and clawing at my shoulders. Her thighs spread wider, opening for me with a demand for more.
I know she expects a fast, hard fuck. I go slow, rocking into her, loving the way her body lifts a little when I’m balls deep, then sinks back as I draw out. With every push into the snug, slick well of her body, she makes a raspy noise in her throat, a bit helpless, a bit needy, like she’s begging for it, but doesn’t want to. It gets me hotter, sweat rolling down my spine, heat flickering up my thighs, over my ass.
Her hand cups the back of my neck, and she kisses me. It’s disjointed, sloppy.
We’re both breathing too fast, shaking too much for finesse. Somehow, it makes it better, earthier, everything boiled down to primitive fucking and base lust. I take her air then give her mine. The press of her fingers against my skin makes me shiver.
I’m claiming her against a wall, but if feels as though she’s claiming me. I’m losing my damn mind. I’m afraid I might cry. Cry and fuck her and beg for something I don’t fully understand. Every time I push into her, I’m begging for it. Every pull though her heat, I’m anticipating the next thrust.
I grip her ass and pump harder. “Chess.”
She seems to understand better than I do, because she strokes my hair, trying to calm even as her hips rise to meet mine with increasing need. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting on a gasp. And she is so fucking beautiful it tears me wide-open.
We come together. I fill her up, until she’s overflowing, warm wetness running back down over my cock. I’m supposed to be the strong one, her protector, but she is the one who holds me close, murmurs soothing sounds as I shake and struggle to pull myself together.