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)
“Damn,” I hiss, making sure my zipper is tucked away so it doesn’t hurt her. As I withdraw my fingers, they slide against her clit, making her shiver. “You’re ready for me again, aren’t you?”
Her eyes blaze as she rests her pussy on my lap.
She throws her arms over my shoulders and brings her mouth to mine. Slowly, her hips start to move.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow her sweet, soft sounds.
I flex my hips, giving her a better angle to grind against. She rocks against me, rolling her hips to get the best friction against her clit.
“Do you like this?” I ask, eager to learn her favorite everything.
“I like everything with you.”
Her words are breathless, so soft they’re nearly unable to be heard. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, soaking my pants as she moves harder.
I cup her tits, bringing one nipple to my mouth. As soon as my tongue touches her swollen bud, she moans.
My cock pulses, balls tightening so hard it aches.
I suck her into my mouth, rolling the flat part of my tongue around the peak.
Her knees spread farther, lowering her even heavier onto my lap. I drop my hands to her ass, squeezing her cheeks until she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Tate,” she says, her pitch rising.
Her movements become more deliberate. Faster. Harder. I thrust against her, wanting to give her what she wants.
She’s so beautiful riding me this way and knowing that she’s relaxed enough with me to try something like this—that I’m a safe place for her to explore—makes me even harder.
Closer to losing control.
Hold it. Hold it. Don’t you blow, you fucker.
Sweat gathers on my forehead as I catch her scent filling the air. Her wetness coats the tips of my fingers. The heat of her pussy against my cock intensifies as she grinds down on it.
“I gotta stop,” I say, trying to make her still.
“No, don’t. Please.”
Dammit.
Her tits bounce as she arches her back. I grit my teeth, trying to think about something else. Anything else—something to put some distance between this little minx and the cum threatening to spill from my cock. But her little moans as she starts to climax make it impossible not to be in the moment.
I want to be here. I don’t want to miss a motherfucking thing.
Her head falls forward, and I capture her mouth with mine. It’s nearly as hot and wet as her pussy. My tongue glides against hers, coaxing her to relax and fall apart—to come on me.
I grab the back of her hair and tug. Her mouth leaves mine as she yelps, and I bend forward and bury my face in those perfect, teardrop-shaped tits.
My fingers dip into her ass, encouraging her to grind, before moving to her hips and pushing her down on me.
“Tate!” She yells my name as her body begins to shake, and her juices soak through my pants and slick my cock.
That’s the match that makes this explosion instantaneous … and uncontrollable.
“Fuck,” I groan, shuddering as heat shoots through my groin.
It’s too late to stop it, even if I wanted to.
She bucks against me, riding out her orgasm. I meet her thrust for thrust, working through mine.
My lap is soaked and sticky, and my skin is covered in sweat.
And the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is staring at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
For a moment, we just watch each other. Then, together, we start to laugh.
She falls against my chest, resting her head against my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
“I have to admit,” I say, my face flushing. “This is a first for me.”
“Yay!” She giggles, pulling back. She cups my face in her hands. “I don’t know how you feel about that.”
“Slightly embarrassed.”
She kisses the tip of my nose. “Don’t be. I’m going to be thinking about the fact that I made the great Tate Brewer come in his pants for years.”
I smack her ass just hard enough for it to crack.
“Hey!” She laughs again. “That was great. I needed that.”
“I’m glad.”
“But now I need something else.”
I brush her hair out of her face. “What’s that?”
“A piece of pie.”
“And here I thought you were going to ask to ride my face.”
Her eyes darken. “That’ll be dessert.”
“I thought pie was dessert?”
“You thought wrong.”
She lifts off me and climbs out of the window seat. I don’t dare look at my groin. And thankfully, Aurora doesn’t comment about it, either.
“Want to grab a shower?” I ask.
“Can I take one with you?”
I laugh, picking her up, letting her legs dangle over my arms. “Like there was another option.”
She kisses me all the way to the bathroom.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Aurora
“It hit me straight in the forehead,” Tate says, mimicking getting smacked in the face with a hockey puck. “That was the last day I got on the ice.”