Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I laugh, utterly lost in him. He kisses down my breasts, licking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth. I arch into him, breathless. “Dart, please. I want you inside me.”
He drags his lips along my breast. “Shh, you. I’m getting my fill.”
I let my eyes fall shut as he trails his tongue down my stomach, tonguing my belly button before kissing it. I open my eyes when I no longer feel his lips, to find him sheathing himself with a condom.
“Thank God.”
He flashes me a wide grin, his teeth ever so white as he moves between my legs, his hips biting into my thighs. I feel him everywhere, and still, it’s not enough. He takes me by the back of my thigh, opening me for him before guiding himself into me. I groan at how he stretches me, how fucking good it feels to have him inside me. He pushes in until he can’t, and everything is set on fire.
“Lift your hips, baby doll. Let me in deeper.”
God. Oh God.
I do as he asks, and he sinks into me even more. Breathing isn’t even an option. He groans loudly as his eyes fall shut, and my goodness, he’s beautiful.
“Look at me,” I demand, and his eyes shoot open, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips appearing. He thrusts into me, and the fire in his eyes makes it hard to think. I hold his hips as he slams into me, over and over again, and I get completely lost in his eyes. Soon, the way he looks at me stuns me, and I know we’re getting too intimate for a one-night thing.
“I want to ride your cock,” I tell him, and his stills, his eyes hooded as they burn into mine.
“Later” is all he says as he continues to thrust into me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t think. Just feel, Tennessee,” he whispers, his lips capturing mine and driving me absolutely out of my mind. I cup his face in my hands, squeezing my eyes shut as he hammers into me in every single way I could ever ask for. When he pulls back, it’s only slightly as his hand moves between us, finding my clit.
Out of breath, I say, “I can’t.”
“You fucking can,” he insists as he thumbs my clit in circles that have me almost coming off the bed.
“I’ve never come this much,” I protest, the sensation overwhelming.
He stills inside me, but not that thumb; it still moves along my nub, his eyes burning into mine. “By yourself, or with someone else?”
“Either.”
The way his lips curve ever so slowly leaves me knowing I’m about to come without him even saying a word. “Let me tell you something,” he says, licking my bottom lip. “I play hockey.”
I just look at him, my gaze hazy, but thankfully, I still have my wits about me. “Really? By the looks of your body, I thought you had a desk job.”
He grins, and my soul is set on fire. I need him to stop looking at me like that. He doesn’t seem to know what he is doing to me—or maybe he does—but instead, he says, “Do you know anything about hockey?”
“I like how big your stick is,” I groan as I close my eyes, arching up, and his laughter almost takes me over the edge. “But yes, I know a thing or two.”
His thumb speeds up as I cry out, and when he starts to move into me, my body goes tight. “So, you know what a hat trick is?”
“Oh my God, this is a lot of talking,” I whine, licking my lips. “I’m almost there.”
He stops completely, and I cry out. “Tell me, Tennie.”
“Yes, I know what it is!” I yell, frustrated and throbbing. “A guy scores three times!”
“Good girl,” he says, and without even a warning, he pulls out of me and covers my pussy with his lips. He sucks me hard into his mouth, my thighs squeezing his face as I cry out, trembling everywhere. He replaces his mouth with his thumb before guiding himself back into me and driving me absolutely insane. He starts to thrust into me, and everything is building again. I feel the heat everywhere; my stomach clenches, and right as I fall over the edge, he says, “Just so you know, I’m known for many hat tricks.”
And I fall. Face first into the most glorious release of my life. He groans, his hand on my hip squeezing me to the point of delightful pain. He falls into me then, his body half on me and half on the bed, his mouth right at my jaw. He fights for breath as I do the same, unable to move or even open my eyes. I feel like I may just go to sleep, but before I can, he whispers, “And tonight, my greedy girl, I’m going to get two of them.”