Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 70488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Good?” he asked.
“Good,” I breathed, pressing in closer, my lips now pressed against his neck.
He groaned, and I felt that groan between my thighs.
His hand started to move up and down the length of my spine in soothing circles.
On one such sweep down, his fingers caught on the t-shirt and pushed it up slightly, causing his hand to hit skin.
When I didn’t make a move to stop him, he only hesitated for a long moment before he allowed his hand to travel up the back of his shirt.
My eyes grew heavier, but the pulse between my legs became more insistent.
It was a double-edged sword, being this up close and personal with Hux.
Not to mention, I felt like I was in a dream.
I mean, this hot guy that I’d been crushing on since the first time I met him was holding me like he never wanted to let me go.
I felt like I would wake up at any second.
My body felt completely melted into him, and eventually, my breathing did even out and my eyes did droop closed.
When I woke up next, there was light streaming through the window and I felt air on my bare ass.
There was also a hand on my ass.
Bare.
Ass.
Why was I bare?
I had no clue.
I’d lost everything else last night, but I’d kept the panties.
Now, the only thing that was covering my body was his hand.
The shirt I’d slipped on of Hux’s was rucked up above my breasts. My breasts were pillowed against his chest, and the scratchy hair there was tickling and teasing my nipples.
My leg was hitched up over his hips, and the only thing that separated my bare pussy from his cock was his underwear.
I’d never wanted a piece of fabric not to exist more in my life.
I shifted, pushing myself against him slightly, and his hand moved, pulling me closer.
As his hand shifted, his fingers did, too. The rough digits traveled south to wrap around my butt cheek. As his fingers came to a standstill, one finger came to a rest at the entrance to my ass, and the other was at the entrance of my pussy.
And I literally creamed myself.
I could feel the liquid seeping from my entrance and wondered what he would think when he woke up and realized where his hands were.
I knew what I wanted him to do—take advantage of me.
My heart was now pounding, and my breathing accelerated.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down.
There were three major triggers for me.
Pollutants—such as smog, perfume, or smoke.
Exertion—such as physical activity or fatigue.
And the last was when I started to panic or allowed myself to get in my head and start to freak out.
I was currently experiencing two out of the three.
Anxiousness and excitement warred in my veins, and I prayed that I would be able to control it.
Hux shifted, a groan emitting from his throat, and one of his fingers slipped inside my pussy.
Not enough for it to be intentional, but enough that he was now physically inside of me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and counted to ten, willing my excitement to calm.
Then his lower body shifted and he was pressing that hard cock against my clit.
Sweet Mary, Mother of God.
I wasn’t made for this.
Literally.
My body literally couldn’t handle all the sensations, yet I wanted nothing more than to experience them all.
With Hux.
I blew out a shaky breath and shifted my backside toward that hard cock that was pressing against me. As I did, his finger slipped out of me, and I nearly cried out in despair.
I wanted more of both. But I couldn’t have one without taking away the other.
I shifted back, and his finger slipped deeper inside of me.
Jesus Christ.
My hand, which was trapped between us, shifted and came into contact with the large bulge between his legs.
Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, he was large.
I hadn’t seen him yet, but based on how he felt alone, he was going to be bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before.
Though that wouldn’t be too hard.
I’d had all of two sexual encounters, and neither one of them went further than heavy petting.
I’d gotten off with a man several times. Even had a semi-serious boyfriend.
But all of those times, when we’d tried to get to the final act, my asthma would let itself be known, and we’d have to stop.
Honestly, that was probably why they always cheated on me, because I couldn’t give them what they wanted in the bedroom department.
My pussy clenched on the barest inch of his finger.
I breathed out a shaky breath, proud of myself for keeping my reactions under control.
Then he shifted, pressing nearly his entire lower half against me, and his finger slid another inch deeper.
I shuddered at the feel of his hard cock pressing against me in a deeper way, paired with his finger inside of me.