Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I give her sweet round ass a pat. “You lost track?”
“Hey!” She rubs the spot I touched. “That kind of hurt.”
“You kind of liked it.”
“True.” She laughs. “I kind of liked how you pulled my hair, too.”
I spin her around so her back is pressed against me. My fist finds her ponytail, taking it roughly. I tug slightly as I lick a path over the side of her neck. “I’ll fuck you against the wall just like this. You want that, don’t you?”
She attempts another laugh but it comes out wrapped within a moan. “More than you know.”
I let go of her hair before giving her ass another tap. “I’m going to feed you again before you suck my cock.”
She spins to face me. “Reverse the order of those plans and I’ll be happy.”
“You want my cock now?” I rub a hand over the front of my jeans. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“So badly that I came in my cabin thinking about it.”
I’m tempted to take her over my knee for that. “You touched your pussy in your cabin just now?”
“Touched is a tame word.” She moans a little. “I thought about your cock as I was walking back to my room. By the time I got there, I had to slam the door, lean back against it and rub my clit. I think it took all of three-seconds flat to get myself off.”
“I’m both impressed and pissed.”
Her smile drops to a fake frown. “Pissed because I stole just one of my orgasms away from you?”
I take a step toward her. She retreats back in equal distance. “Pissed because I didn’t get to see it.”
“Your loss,” she quips.
“It’s not,” I tell her. “You’re going to do it again now.”
“No,” she protests but there’s no weight behind the word. “I’ve never done that in front of a man before.”
I stalk closer to her. She follows suit with a heavy step back. She’s mere inches from the wall now. That’s right where I want her so I continue my path forward.
“You’ve never been with a man like me before,” I say. “Take off the cover up, Delia.”
She does it without any hesitation. It flies in the air past my head.
“Shoes off.”
She kicks off each sandal; stealing the few inches of height they afforded her.
In bare feet I tower over her by at least a foot, in not more. Her eyes trail over my jeans, up my torso and chest to my face. “What now? Do you want my bikini off?”
“No,” I say loudly, almost too loudly. “I want to see your fingers disappear inside your bottoms.”
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
I take a deep breath. “You have no idea.”
My eyes leave hers to trail over her flawless face. My gaze catches on her bottom lip and the slight tremble. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m nervous,” she whispers. “I want to do this, but I’m nervous.”
I take her hands in mine as I guide her backwards until her sweet ass is resting against the wall. “I’ll help.”
“You will?”
I kiss her right palm before I weave our fingers together and drop them on the smooth curve of her stomach right above her bikini bottoms.
Her gaze stays glued to mine as I glide our joined hands lower until I unlatch them to dip just one finger under the waistband of her bikini.
“I want to,” she tells me, brushing my hand away.
I step back so I can fully see what she’s doing.
Her eyelids flutter shut as she dips one finger and then another until they’re all hidden from view.
I watch in wonder as they move beneath the fabric of her suit, veiling what she’s doing to herself. The uptick in the pace of her breaths and the soft sounds falling from her give it all away.
“Donovan,” she whispers my name softly. “I want your cock.”
I reach forward and undo one side of the bottoms before I do the same to the other.
She widens her stance with a step to each side to allow the suit to drop.
I groan when I finally see her fingers separating her folds. The unmistakable movement of her hand gives it all away.
I’m so hard that it hurts so I drop my jeans to my knees and fist my cock.
“Please,” she whines. “Please.”
I use my free hand to push her bikini top aside to release her right tit. I pinch her nipple hard. “Don’t come.”
“I’m close,” she whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“On your knees.”
She nods, dropping in a rush. Her lips circle the crown of my cock almost instantly. The sound of her moan is drowned out by my deep, guttural groan.
Her fingers never leave her pussy as she takes my cock in her hand to stroke it. She sucks the tip, taking more and more with each bob of her head.
I arch my neck and close my eyes because this is all too fucking much.