Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“What are you talking about?”
He slides his hand down his shaft and grins. “I’m going to go wipe your pussy juices from my face and grab a condom. Then we’ll see how doggy style ranks.” His grin bleeds into a smirk. “Told you I could make juices sexy.”
I grab a pillow and halfheartedly throw it at him.
He laughs all the way to the en suite, leaving me to die alone.
But, oh, what a way to go.
I’m just getting my blood pressure back to normal when he waltzes into the room with the energy of a twenty-something-year-old man. Fitting.
“Over here,” he says. “Ass up. Let’s go. Move it.”
The fire in my core begins to reheat. “I just learned something new.”
“What’s that?”
“I can’t reenergize myself,” I say, rising slowly and moving to him. “But you can reenergize me pretty damn easily.”
“Good to know.”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me like he means it. His skin is damp from the washcloth, and his mouth is hot. I can taste myself on his tongue. Even that turns me on.
Wow.
Suddenly, I’m horny all over again.
He flips me onto my stomach, then reaches under me and lifts. I’m on all fours, looking at him over my shoulder, as he takes his cock and lines it up with my opening. I hold my breath, not sure if he’s going to go slow or give me a moment to acclimate to him.
“I—oh fuck!” I say as he slides all the way inside me.
I sink back, squeezing my eyes shut as my body accepts his girth.
“You’re so damn tight.” His words are strangled. “I’m going to give it to you hard.” He pulls out and slides in again, slower this time. “Are you ready?”
That’s a complicated question, sir.
I ball the sheets up in my fists and brace myself. “Fuck me hard, Tate.”
“Damn you.”
He grips my hips, his fingers digging so deep he finds my bones. He draws his cock out in a single, lazy pull. I start to relax and take a breath when he buries every inch of himself deep inside my pussy.
“Ah!” I yell, blinded once again by the intensity of Tate’s movements.
He slams into me repeatedly in long, delicious strokes. I meet him thrust for thrust, greedy for the pops of bliss each time the head of his cock hits the back of me.
“I love this,” I say, my voice broken by each wave of pleasure. “This is so, so good.” I arch my back. “Oh yes. Right there. Harder.”
“Your pussy is gripping my cock so fucking tight.”
My core tightens again as another climax gathers. “I’m going to come again.”
“Do it. Come on my cock, Kelly. Bust all over me, gorgeous.”
I hiss as the buildup hits a boiling point, and I teeter on the edge. My arms tremble, giving out until I’m held up on my elbows. I arch my back, lifting my hips and inviting him to fuck me even harder.
“There!” I shout, meeting him thrust for thrust. “There, Tate! Right … fucking … there.”
My face plants into the comforter as wave after wave crashes over me. Tate holds me up by my hips, refusing to let me deny myself any part of my orgasm. Being held and forced to absorb every drop of my climax is an act all of its own. I will think about this, reliving it over and over, for the rest of my life.
Tate slowly eases his tempo until he’s no longer moving at all. He stills, his cock buried inside me, then massages my ass cheeks.
“This ass is perfection,” he says, smacking me lightly. The sound cracks through the room, which, in turn, reignites the fire smoldering in my core. “I’d like to fuck this.”
“My ass?” I yelp.
He laughs. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Hard no.” Well, maybe. At this point, I’d probably love it, too.
He pulls out and guides me gently to the mattress. I flop onto it in a very unsexy way. But I can’t help it. Every limb is jelly.
“I think you liked that one, too.” He chuckles.
I try to answer him, but the words are a muffled mess.
“I’m two for two,” he says. “Now come on. Let’s see if we can go three for three.”
He can’t be serious. I know I talked a good game and I’ve dreamed of a man who can’t get enough of me, but this is definitely biting off more than I can chew. I’m so, so wonderfully spent.
I don’t know who I am or how I got here, exactly, because nothing in my life would lead me to believe that I’d find myself in a stranger’s bed in postcoital bliss—especially an impossibly sexy stranger like Tate. But this is what I needed, and it’s better than anything I could’ve imagined. I’m protected by my anonymity. I’m free to indulge, enjoy, and explore.