Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I can see why people love this,” I say, stopping in front of him, my smile wide. “I feel amazing.”
“That’s the point of drugs. Wouldn’t get addicted if it didn’t feel good.”
“You know what else would feel amazing right now? Sex. Filthy. Dirty. Raw.”
Did I just say that out loud?
I don’t even care.
It’s the truth.
The way my body feels right now would simply be magnificent with a cock deep inside me, filling me, thrusting up as pleasure consumed me.
God dammit.
I’m horny.
I look to Colt, and I can’t help where my mind goes. He would be incredible to fuck, and the way he’s looking at me right now is telling me he’s thinking about my words. Do I dare? Do I dare ask him? Would that be so bold?
“Colt,” I say, my voice trailing off.
“You want to fuck.”
It’s not a question.
“I want to fuck,” I breathe.
“Fuck,” he grinds out.
The sensations traveling through my body right now are so overwhelming. The ache in my pussy alone is enough to make me squirm. Everything is heightened, and all can think about is sinking down onto his dick. I can’t think of anything else. Not a single damned thing.
I take a step toward him, hesitant but hopeful.
He doesn’t say anything more, he just stares up at me.
I reach for my pants and slowly wiggle them down, hoping this will be enough to push him in the right direction.
It works.
He reaches out, hooking a finger in the top of my pants and pulling me forward. I look down at him, a deep lust in my eyes. I want this. My mind is on the kind of high I never want to come down from. I’ve never felt so free, so unburdened by problems. There is no pain in my heart, my mind, my soul. Everything feels as though it has been reborn and come to life.
Tipping my head to the side in somewhat of a daze, I reach down and run my finger down Colt’s chiseled jaw. I want to kiss him. I want to know how he tastes. I want to feel his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair, his body pressing against mine. It’s a need that is almost too much for me to handle. A desperation that is all consuming.
Colt’s hand runs over my backside as he keeps me in front of him, his hot breath on my belly button as my body presses against his needy, hungry mouth. He rubs his lips over my flesh, the scratchy stubble on his face making my pussy throb with need. My hands roam every single part of him they can access. His hair, his face, his broad, strong shoulders. God dammit, if he doesn’t put his mouth between my legs, I’m going to explode.
Just as I’m certain he is about to lean down, jerk my pants all the way off and bury his face in between my legs, he growls and then pulls back. His growl is one of frustration and maybe a little anger. My eyes meet his when he looks up at me and I lean down, ready to kiss him, ready to climb onto his lap and slide his cock deep inside me. Riding him on this log until we both find our release together. Instead, he stops me with a gravelly, “No.”
He spins me around quickly, so quickly I almost lose my balance. His hard body presses against my back and his hand comes around, covering my breasts as he holds me against him. I don’t understand what he’s doing, but my body likes it. It likes every single moment of his hands being on me, his hot breath tickling my neck as he jerks his jeans down. He releases me only for a second, and I faintly hear a condom wrapper being torn out.
Then he’s there again, his hard cock pressing against my bottom, his fingers pinching my nipple, his body right there, heightening all my senses. His free hand shoves my pants down farther, and then he’s pushing between my legs, between the folds of my pussy, between the flesh of my bottom. He’s there, the sting of his cock against me already a threat. With a feral growl, he slowly pushes inside me, inch by fucking incredible inch.
He's thick, he’s hard, and he’s filling me in a way I’ve never been filled.
Pleasure and pain explode inside me, like a fire erupting deep within my depths. I moan, gripping his arm that is still around my front, covering my aching breasts. My fingernails dig into his flesh as he fills me, his free hand holding onto my hip as he holds me just forward enough so he can slide in deep. Then, he’s fucking me. He’s fucking me slowly, deeply, our bodies smashed together in the oddest, most incredible way.