Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
His hand finds its way to my hip, his thumb hooks through my belt loop, and tugs me closer. “You’re welcome.”
My breath hitches at his nearness, the feel of his cock growing hard against me. “You’re welcome, too. Welcome to kiss me again, anywhere you like.”
“Anywhere?”
I nod, my heart beating wildly against my chest as his fingertips brush against the bare skin on display between my waistband and the hem of my tank top. “Anywhere.”
Without another word, Joaquin’s mouth crashes down on mine, and I lean back, letting his thick lips and talented tongue devour me until my body is quivering with want.
He tastes like tequila and something that is unmistakably, undeniably Joaquin, something that pulls a moan from low in my belly. The potency of his kiss has my heart racing and my pussy pulsing like it’s about to go into shock. I pull back with a smile. “That’s a good start. What else you got?”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken with molten lava intensity. “What do you want.”
“You,” I say honestly. “Here. Now.”
Without a word, Joaquin spins me around and pulls my back flush up against his chest. A second later, his hand is inside my pants, fingers flicking over my swollen clit while I pant and moan into the night air. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”
I arch my back, so his hard cock presses against my ass while his finger slips inside my pussy. “Well, it was one hell of a kiss,” I tell him through breathless moans.
“Fuck,” he growls and yanks his hand from my pants. His lips, teeth, and tongue torture my neck and shoulder while his hands quickly work on my button and zipper. One hand dives back in to play with my pussy, making me hotter and hotter for him. “This hot pussy for me?”
“Only if you’re man enough to take it,” I tell him, knowing he can’t resist my smart mouth or my challenge.
“Man enough,” he growls and nips at my earlobe as he shoves my pants down and bends me over the picnic table.
Goosebumps break out all over my body, and it has nothing to do with the cool night air and everything to do with the man behind me. I hear the clang of his belt buckle, the slow hum of his zipper lowering before I feel the loud smack of his palm against my ass. “Yes!” I arch into his touch, and Joaquin does it again. And again.
“You like that,” he growls and rubs the blunt head of his cock up and down my pussy, already drenched and leaking. “Ah fuck, babe, you’re soaked.”
“What can I say? You make me like this.”
“Fuck,” he grunts and shoves his cock deep in one long stroke. “So fucking tight.”
I am tight because it’s been a while since I’ve had a good fucking, but it’s also because Joaquin is bigger than he looks. He’s thick and long enough that I’m almost uncomfortable but not enough to back out of this encounter.
“Right. There.” My body is on fire already. He’s so thick that I feel full, and he’s so long that a few strokes on that spot will make me come like the horny bitch I am. “Yes!”
His hand lands on my ass again in another hard smack as he pulls out slowly, so achingly slow that the move pulls a long, howling moan from me.
He surges deep, over and over again, his hips pumping hard and fast as if programmed to hit that perfect spot that sends fireworks shooting off behind my eyes.
“Fuck, Willow,” he growls and thrusts harder and deeper, so fast that I arch even more because I’m so desperate for more of this man.
“Joaquin,” I moan and grip the sides of the table, getting up on my toes so that the next stroke goes just a little deeper. “Ah, fuck! More!”
One hand squeezes my ass, and the other grabs the other cheek, squeezing them together to give him even more friction. It’s such a hot move, one of a man who knows exactly what he likes, and my pussy clenches with my impending orgasm.
“Willow,” he moans and fucks me harder.
On the tips of my toes, I grip the table so hard I can feel the grains of the wood imprinting on my palm, and I don’t give a shit. I’m too greedy, too hungry for the big cock slamming in and out of me. “Joaquin, please.”
“Please?” His hips increase their intensity, the sound of his flesh against mine mingling with the crickets and frogs somewhere in the distance. “Tell me.”
“Make me come. Please.” Even as I say the words, my hand slips between my legs and rubs at my clit.
He pounds hard and deep into me, so fast it’s making my head spin, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to float off on the wave of erotic pleasure making its way up the backs of my thighs, my arms and my hands. Joaquin is fucking me good, so hard and so deep that I can feel him to the very depths of my being.