Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Her gaze locks on mine, but there’s way too much hesitation in it. I imagine she’s facing the same internal battle I went through not long ago. It seems she needs convincing.
Closing the distance between us, I lightly graze my fingers along her jawline. Her breath hitches at the touch, lips parting slightly. My other hand deftly pulls the loose half knot from her robe belt and I slip my hand in to rest on her waist. Whatever she’s wearing is soft and silky but I don’t dare look away. I need to convince her to let me in.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about our night together,” I say, dipping my head down to peer at her. “In fact, I bet you’ve even pleasured yourself to the memories of the way I fucked you.”
Air gusts out of her mouth, but she remains silent.
“Tell me some of the dirty things you’ve done to yourself while you thought of me. I’m hard right now just thinking about it.”
I’m almost knocked backward as Kiera crashes into me. Climbs right up my body, arms around my neck and legs around my waist as her mouth melds to mine. I groan at the sensory onslaught—her smell, her taste, the way my palms cup her ass—and manage to carry her inside and shut the door without breaking my neck.
No clue where her bedroom is, but I’m sure it’s too far away. I swing right and press Kiera into the wall, pinning her with my hips and the thick erection I’m now sporting.
With one hand still under her ass to hold her up, I dive the other into her hair where I grip it hard. Tugging gently, I expose her neck and scrape my teeth along the tender skin. Kiera moans and bucks against me.
“Wait a minute,” she gasps, and I rebel against the idea she’s putting on the brakes. But when a woman says stop, you stop.
I lift my head, staring down at her.
“This is it… just one more time, right?” she asks.
Even though my brain is nodding furiously in agreement, something in my stomach pitches at the thought of this being truly the last time. Still, I assure her. “One more time, then we go our separate ways. No other expectations, no attachments.”
“Good,” is all she says before her palms come to my cheeks so she can kiss me. Her tongue tangles with mine and I let myself fall back into the swirling lust.
I’m able to determine through roaming hands that she’s got on a silky nightshirt and what feels like a G-string. While I’d love to watch her strut around in it, I’m loath to put her down.
We kiss like we’re starved, every luscious pass of her mouth over mine making me crazy with need. I think I’ll go berserk if I can’t fuck her and we’ve barely touched each other.
Wrenching her mouth from mine, she jerks her head to the right. “Bedroom’s back that way.”
“Why would we do that when we light your living room on fire?” I whisper. With Kiera still pinned to the wall, mostly held in place by my hips and her legs around my waist, I lean back to see what I’m working with. Her pink robe is parted and the silk nightie is the same blush shade. I keep one hand firmly under her ass and with the other, I lift the edge, bunching the material around her waist so I can see.
Fuck yes… a translucent slip of material covers her pussy, held together with mere strings. Despite the fact it looks like tissue paper, I’m smart enough to know that shit doesn’t shred.
But it does stretch. I pull at one edge, tugging it out of the way and exposing what I really want to see.
Kiera’s forehead touches mine and I realize she’s watching what I’m doing.
My hands are occupied, one under her ass and the other pulling her panties aside. “Touch yourself,” I order, my words sounding harsh and thick with lust. “Tell me how wet you are.”
Kiera curses something under her breath but she doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers slip in between us and I watch mesmerized as she circles her clit. I glance up only to see her eyes hazy and her bottom lip held between her teeth. When I glance back down, she sinks a finger inside her pussy and when she drags it out, it’s shiny.
We lift our heads, eyes locked to each other, our chests heaving. She traces that wet finger on my lower lip.
Christ, I’m going to die.
“Hold this,” I order, giving her panties another hard tug that I know bites into her skin. Kiera moans and that tells me she’s not averse to a little sting of pain. Her hand replaces mine, holding the material so her pussy remains exposed.
I use sheer determination and dexterous fingers to work my jeans open, hefting her up with my other arm to give me the room needed. My cock springs free and I fist it tightly. Somehow, my mouth is back on hers but I can’t maintain the kiss because I’m too desperate to get inside her. I adjust my position, find the perfect angle and with short punches of my hips, I work my way inside.