Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
He pushed up, locked the door in a flash, but made sure the windows were closed, locked, and the curtains pulled shut. A fan was switched on to drown out any sounds, theirs or ours. Total privacy.
After that, he stalked toward me, his eyes glittering with his intention.
My mouth went dry. I was aching for him. Had been since the hockey game.
He let out a sigh, as he fell back to the bed, but catching himself so he didn’t land on me. He moved over me, and leaned down, inhaling me. “I want to do so many things to you tonight.”
My body started trembling, and I just wanted to wrap my legs around his, bring him into contact against me. I wanted the grinding to come back now that we could finish it, but this was his night. I waited, seeing what he did first.
He was looking me over and his eyes flared. He sat up on his knees, his hands went to my pants. He undid my zipper, then shifting as he pulled them down. My panties were next. Socks. Shoes. I was bare to him from the waist down.
My pulse was pounding. So hard, so loud.
He bent down to my pussy, and I expected him to lick me there, but he didn’t. He knelt back up and moved closer toward me. His eyes found mine, and my own widened because I’d never seen that look from him before.
Suddenly, his finger slid inside me, and he lifted me up.
I squeaked, my entire body up in the air from his momentum until I was sitting upright and against the headboard.
His finger kept thrusting inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit and I was melting. The pleasure was rolling through me, but I was being lifted again in the air. My legs were spread apart, and he moved in, settling me on top of him.
Oooh.
I liked this position.
He bent his head, tasting my neck before sliding up to find my mouth.
God. That meeting.
His mouth to mine.
I sighed, settling even more over him, and as his tongue slipped inside me, I felt him sliding up my shirt.
I had no problem helping with that.
Pulling back, I was tugging at his shirt. I took his off. He took mine off.
My bra was next, sliding down my arms, and as we did all of this, he undid his jeans and his cock sprang free.
I grabbed it, started to stroke it.
He panted into my ear, “I want you. I want to feel you.”
I nodded. We had this discussion. Both of us were clean. I was on birth control, so I was lifted up. I reached, finding him, and helped guide him into me as he lowered me over him.
Holy mother of–he felt so good inside me. Damned good.
And then he began moving. I started rolling over him. Every time I thought it was the best with him, until the next time. But right now, this was the best I’d had with him.
I hissed as he was pounding up into me, until I growled and pushed him back on the bed. He went down, moving his legs and I climbed back over him, my knees on both sides of him. I sank down once more. Then, a hand to his chest, I rose up and rode him.
He groaned, his head falling back, and his hands clenching into my ass. He was helping me move over him, but this time was just me. He wasn’t thrusting up. It was my turn. All me. Everything was for me right now and I kept going, riding, riding, riding until I almost screamed.
My body jerked. My mouth opened. I would’ve screamed, but Cruz shot up and covered my mouth with his hand. My teeth sank down, but before I was breaking his skin, his hand moved, and I was being lifted once again into the air. My climax was racing through me, shattering me, and it just kept going.
I was helpless, riding out the waves until they ceased, but in the meantime, Cruz moved me back so I was underneath him. His mouth on mine, and he was thrusting into me for his release now.
We did enjoy a good missionary position, even for all the things he wanted ‘to do’ to me tonight.
We’d get to those.
I was lying in his bed, and had no idea the time. We’d been going at it for hours, or it seemed like. That’d just been the appetizer for what happened afterwards, but if I didn’t move again in my life, I would’ve been happy. I’d lived a good life, a very sexually satisfied life.
Cruz collapsed next to me, his hand on my stomach. “My dick is worn out.”
I looked at it and laughed a little. It was ready to rest too.
The music was still going, the bass pounding through the floorboards. We could hear people talking, some were outside. There was shouting and laughing.