Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
We’re going at it with so much force I think we may fall over. I feel him smile as he grabs hold of my face even harder. His kiss turns almost aggressive, opening my lips with his so he can dip his tongue deeper inside. His licks desperately meet mine with need, swirling together in a soft yet violent way, not nearly getting enough.
“Oh god,” he growls, pushing his hips into the space between us. He’s hard and twitches against my stomach, and I moan loudly.
His hands move from my face down to my sides as he presses his fingers into my hips, grabbing on. I move mine from around his waist to his stomach, and up his firm, strong chest, all the way to his smooth, yet stubbly face, until they finally settle in his hair, gripping on to his messy stands. He holds on to me, bringing me closer, until I’m unsure if it’s his racing heartbeat against me or mine.
“Okay” he pants. “Luci.” He pulls back slightly, still meeting my lips between his words. He can’t stop, even if he tries.
I know the feeling.
I mumble for him to shut up, because I don't want him to think, or come to his senses; I just want to continue like this.
Forever.
He backs me against the counter, and next thing I know he’s lifting me up onto it. He grunts just as I groan, and it feels good to open my legs as I straddle his waist. His hardness suddenly hits me there, and I groan again in an almost roaring way.
He’s slamming against me, right where I need it, and he moans in my mouth, feeling it too. Despite us both having our clothes on, the sensation is fantastic. He’s solid and heavy against me, my swollen ache completely unbearable now, but this is helping. Shit, is this feeding it in such a delicious way! I start moving against him too, meeting his rocking thrusts. It’s so satisfying!
His moans get louder each time he pushes his hips forward to meet mine, back and forth, over and over again.
“God, Luci,” he cries.
Our hands are everywhere, pulling and grabbing. We can’t get any closer, but we’re desperately trying. His track pants are swishing against my thin sweats, a steady rhythmic sound in the otherwise silent room.
My breath comes faster as I spread my legs even wider, pushing, needing more. He stills and I feel his penis pulse against me. I know he wants this just as badly as I do and my heart soars.
I grab onto his hips harder, pulling and swaying, urging him to move again. He’s throbbing and incredibly thick against me, but God, just please push forward again! I have to keep moving. It makes the ache so much better! Please! I shove my hips against him once more and he finally meets my thrust, smiling against my mouth, giving me exactly what I need before kissing me again.
I’m soaked, and I know I’m getting his pants wet too, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. He’s panting hard, his mouth against mine with dire need, like we’re glued together and can’t let go. I love how he continually pounds himself against me now, not stopping, and I moan loudly. His grunts are deep as he moves, and his hands settle on the top of my ass, aiding me, pulling me up and down against him, rocking us even faster than before. Our breaths and moans are getting heavier, but we don’t slow.
Oh that’s it! I speed up, wrapping my legs around him even tighter, feeling him grow as he rubs himself against me so damn well.
“Yes, Luci,” he pants, loving my newly quickened pace. “That’s it! Grind up against me!”
He sucks on my lower lip and I feel my orgasm about to rip through my body.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come like this,” he growls.
“Me too,” I groan in response, feeling him swell even further, rubbing me out so quickly. “You’re rubbing me just the way I like it,” I tell him.
He moans in response and I start to shake, feeling the wave approach. It’s just on the horizon now.
Fuck, this is so much better than my fingers!
He stops mid kiss as his mouth falls open, his head tilting back before his forehead lands on mine. He looks me in the eyes and smiles, still thrusting with an unrelenting force.
“Oh god, oh god, I can't stop,” he cries. I can picture his tip, swollen and red, ready to burst, and I moan loudly. “Here it comes!” He shouts through clenched teeth. His hands are holding onto my hips so tightly I wouldn't be surprised if they leave a mark.
I want them to leave a mark.
I let out an intelligible sound, trying to hold back because I don’t want this to end, but I can’t stop it.