Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Shirt and bra off,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to comply, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fumble as he spreads my legs wide and dives between my legs, his mouth latching onto me, pulling hard on my clit. My back comes off the bed, and I moan as he slides two fingers inside me as his tongue continues lashing against my clit. “Top and bra.” He reminds me, and it takes all my concentration to follow his order, especially when he begins licking up one side of me, then the other, avoiding my clit that feels swollen with need. When I finally get my top and bra off, he looks up my body and cups my breast, as he draws my clit back into his mouth and uses the fingers of his free hand to explore until he finds that bundle of nerves inside of me that has me moaning his name. The orgasm that slams into me comes out of nowhere and washes over me so quickly I don’t have time to prepare for the way my pussy tries to latch onto his fingers still buried deep inside me or the stars dancing at the edge of my vision as my body quakes. Breathing heavily, I fall to my back as his mouth leaves my pussy and he wipes his jaw on my thigh. “You taste like candy.” He crawls up between my legs and slides his hand behind my back, hooking his arm around me before dragging me further up in bed. Opening the drawer, he reaches inside and comes out with a condom.
“It’s probably because I’m addicted to gummy worms,” I tell him breathlessly.
“I’ll go to Costco so that you’re stocked up.” He rolls to his back, taking me with him. Resting my hands against his chest, I watch him deftly rip open the condom with his teeth, then slide it down the hard length of his cock pulsing between my legs. Once he has it on, he cups my breast, tugging my nipple between his fingers. The sensation that shoots from my breast to between my legs has me rolling my hips forward along his length. My core tightens in response, wanting him inside me.
“Fuck.” He lets my breast go with one hand and slides his hand down my stomach, where he rests his thumb against my clit for a moment before wrapping his hand around his cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Logan,” I breathe when he begins to circle my clit with the head of it. “Oh god.” My head falls back on my shoulders. The sensation of him so close to giving me what I want is almost maddening.
“Come here,” he grabs me by the throat, bringing my mouth down to his as he nudges the entrance of my pussy with his cock. Digging my nails into his chest, I whimper into his mouth as he slowly lifts his hips up into mine, feeding me inch after inch until I’m stuffed full. “God dammit, you’re so fucking tight.” He groans against my mouth, capturing my hip in his hand when I try to move. “Give me a second.”
“Okay,” I agree, wiggling my hips to adjust to the feel of being so full.
“Fuck, that’s not helping, baby.” He rolls us and drags his hips back until only the head of his cock is left inside me.
“Logan.” I latch onto his shoulder and dig the heels of my feet into the back of his thighs.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He slowly slides back inside me while whispering. “Ever.” Against my mouth.
Holding onto him, I rock my hips into his until he sits back on his calves and starts to fuck me with hard, deep strokes. His cock hitting that bundle of nerves inside me while his thumb rolls over my clit. Toes curling, I hold onto his sides, feeling his muscles bunch under my palms while a tingle begins to spread over my scalp, and across my skin, and a heaviness settles in my lower belly.
“Oh god,” I cry out, then whimper his name as my pussy starts to spasm around his cock, and I come so hard that my whole body begins to shake.
As I’m still reeling from the aftermath of my orgasm, I feel his thrusts become jerky before he plants himself deep inside of me, groaning my name. Chest heaving, he falls against me, his heart beating in tandem with mine as it thunders against my ribcage, and he buries his face against my throat.
“Jesus,” he whispers, planting an open-mouth kiss on my throat before rolling to his back, taking me with him.
“It’s safe to say that didn’t suck,” I say breathlessly, and he leans back enough to see my face.
“You were worried?”
“I mean, I thought about it.” I close my eyes that are heavy, my whole body feels heavy. “Did you?”