Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Shy wasn't done, though.
No.
She wanted to torture me as she kept swaying her hips to the music, making her ass move around as she did so, then turning ever so slightly as to show me a hint of side-boob before turning away again.
Then, oh then, she hooked her fingers into the thin material of her panties, and started moving the sides up and down, giving me an eyeful, then denying it over and over again until she finally let them slide down her legs.
Stepping out of them, she did another little dance before turning suddenly.
Despite wanting it right from the beginning, I felt oddly unprepared for the beauty of her as she faced me without a goddamn thing on.
I'd considered myself a lot of things throughout my life. Hard-working, reliable, loyal, honest even when it hurts, reasonable, and calm in the face of chaos.
But never would I have ever called myself what I felt right then.
Lucky.
I was a lucky fucking man.
To get to look at her, to get to touch her, to get to share in that light in her eyes, to feel the way she would shiver when I got my hands on her, to hear the way she would sigh and whisper and moan and beg and cry out my name.
Fucking lucky.
I slowly got to my feet, making short work of getting out of my clothes, then reaching out toward her, pulling her to my chest, and sealing my lips over hers.
My hands roamed over her soft skin as I moved us back toward the bed, as I turned to sit down off the side, pulling her to straddle me, and reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
"Ride me, babe," I demanded, grabbing my cock, and sliding it up and down her pussy, tapping against her clit until she was writhing and ready.
Only then did I slide it back down to press against the entrance to her body, pausing, waiting.
Shy took a breath so deep that her chest shook before planting a hand on my chest, rising up a bit, then sinking down, taking me inch by inch into her tight walls, her gaze on mine the entire time.
The little whimper she let out when my cock settled deep nearly fucking undid me.
"Move, Shy," I demanded, the clawing need impossible to ignore.
Both of her arms wrapped around the back of my neck as she started to rock against me.
Up and down.
Then side to side.
Then in slow circles.
Her head fell backward, eyes closed, lost in the sensations.
On a groan, I lowered flat.
She came with me for a moment, sealing her lips to mine, before pushing up and looking down at me as she started to ride me faster, getting more and more desperate for release.
On a growl, I reached up, grabbing her, pulling her back down, and rolling her onto her side, yanking her leg up over my hip as I took over, fucked her faster, deeper as her whimpers and moans got louder.
"McCoy," she cried a second before the orgasm crashed through her system, squeezing my cock, and damn near bringing me with her.
But I wasn't done with her.
Not yet.
I fucked her through the orgasm before rolling her again, this time onto her belly, and slammed back inside her, feeling another surge of desire as she let out a choked groan as I started fucking her again. Faster, deeper than before, driving her back up.
She was moaning into the mattress.
And I wanted to hear those sounds.
I wanted to hear fucking nothing else.
Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking until she had no choice but to lift up, rest on her hands as I fucked her harder still, my free hand massaging her ass before landing a smack that ricocheted off the walls, and made her pussy grab my cock even tighter.
And, well, if my girl liked it, I had to keep giving it to her, didn't I?
Her ass was red by the time I felt her walls getting tight around me, making me hook her around the waist, dragging her back onto my lap as I sat off the edge of the bed again, making her ride me backward as my hand slipped between her thighs, working her clit.
"McCoy, I..."
"Come," I demanded, voice tight. "Squeeze my cock, Shy," I added. "Make me come with you."
On a whimper, she rode me faster as I thrust upward into her, as my fingers worked her clit.
And when I say the woman shattered, she fucking fell apart, her whole body jolting and shaking as a ragged cry escaped her.
Her pussy grabbed my cock impossibly tight over and fucking over, dragging me with her, milking my orgasm out of me as I cursed out her name.
We both were shaky after as I hauled her back onto the bed, curling up behind her, my knees cocked under her thighs, my arm draped over her hip, holding her to me until the aftershocks subsided and her breathing evened out.