Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I open his belt and zipper and quickly open the front of his pants.
His humongous bulge is trapped inside simple white briefs. I yank feverishly on his underwear and he pulls them off.
I look down at his naked body and convulse with pleasure at the sight of him. Holy fuckballs, he’s the sexiest man alive.
Josh embraces me and I melt into his arms, shaking with excitement.
His lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my back. He gropes my ass and skims his fingers inside my ass crack and I moan involuntarily. Oh God, I’m losing my fucking mind with anticipation.
“Fuck me already,” I say. “Please.”
I pull back from him and grasp his shaft, twitching with arousal as I do—and at my eager touch, Josh grips the back of my hair, pulls my head back and leans right into my face.
“You’ve been torturing me—so now I’m torturing you.”
He kisses me deeply, still gripping my hair, making my knees buckle.
“I like hearing you beg,” he breathes. “As you should.”
I’m reeling. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m losing hold of my sanity. Why won’t he do it already? I’ve already waited far too long.
“Please,” I beg.
He smiles wickedly. “Oh my God, the things I’m gonna do to you,” he whispers, almost to himself. He grabs his pants off the floor, fishes into his pocket, and pulls out a foil packet. Ten seconds later, he looks up from rolling the condom onto his erection, growls, turns me around abruptly and guides my shuddering body to the nearby table.
Good lord, I can’t remember the last time a man turned me on this much. I’m non-functional—his for the taking, any which way he pleases. I’ve quite literally never been this turned-on before.
“You want me, Kat?” he whispers into my ear, pulling my backside into him and reaching around to grope my breasts. “Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about that fucking application.”
“Please,” I gasp.
Without warning, he slaps my ass and I yelp with surprise. “You know why I just did that?”
“Because I’m a fucking terrorist.”
“That’s right, baby.” He growls with pleasure.
His fingers move to my crotch and massage my clit rhythmically as he glowers over me from behind.
I moan loudly. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, say it again.”
“Fuck me.”
“Beg me for it,” he growls, grinding his dick into my back and working my clit with fervor.
Oh, yeah, I’m liking this. He’s good at this. “Please,” I breathe.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.” Oh my God, he’s working my clit better than any battery-operated-boyfriend ever could.
“Admit you’ve touched yourself just like this, dreaming about sucking my hard cock.”
How’d he know that? “Yes,” I breathe. “Every fucking day.”
“Now beg me to fuck you one more time. And maybe I will.”
Oh good lord. I’m so turned on, I’m gonna come before he’s even entered me.
“Fuck me,” I say between teeth gritted. This is too much. I’m going fucking insane with anticipation. “Please fuck me, Josh. Please.” I’m shuddering, trembling, dripping with arousal. My head is spinning. My clit’s on fire. I can’t wait another minute.
“You’re gonna come for me first,” he growls, his fingers working me into a frenzy.
At his words, my skin begins prickling like I’ve got a sudden chill. “Oh, shit,” I say. “Yes. I’m about to come. Oh fuck. It’s gonna be a big one.” I grip the table. “Oh, Jesus.”
He puts his lips right against my ear, his fingers still working me. “That’s right,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “Beg me.”
“Fuck me now,” I gasp. “Please.”
He slaps my ass again and I yelp with excitement.
“My little terrorist,” he says, his voice low and taut. “I’m torturing you because you’ve been so, so bad.”
I’ve never been treated this way. Men usually act like I’m their pretty, precious trophy—a prize to be won and worshipped. Nate certainly never spoke to me this way, not even once, and Garrett never said a frickin’ word during sex beyond growling like a bear. Sure, occasional guys have talked dirty to me during sex, but this... this thing Josh is doing to me... this is a whole new level—and it’s turning me on like crazy.
“Please,” I whimper, sweat beading on my brow.
“Bad girl.” He slaps my ass again and, immediately, a massive orgasm slams into me, wrenching my insides like a towel being wrung out to dry.
He growls with pleasure. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking hot, baby.”
He sticks his fingers deep inside me again, making me cry out at the sensation, and the next thing I know, his hard cock is finally, mercifully sliding deep inside me, deep, deep, deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then some.
Josh makes a sound of pure pleasure and that’s enough to push me over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, my body clenching forcefully around his hardness.