Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“You said that you’re not very good at dating,” she says.
“I’m not.”
“Why is that?”
I shrug. “I just don’t do it very often.”
“Why?”
I laugh. “I’m usually too busy.”
“So, you’re more of a one-nighter kind of guy, huh?”
“I’m not that either.”
She gives me a strange look, almost like she doesn’t believe me. After a moment, she seems to let it go and leans back in the seat again, listening to the rain. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes overhead. Though we can’t see them through the windows, we can hear people squealing and laughing as they race for their cars.
“We don’t get storms like this very often,” she says.
“I’m sure it’ll pass soon.”
She turns to me and my gaze drifts from her captivating eyes to her full, red lips. They’re slightly parted, and she’s got a look on her face that makes my heart trip over itself. Desire wells up within me, thick and white-hot. Seizing on the moment, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Bailey tenses up almost immediately, but then she opens her mouth and melts into me as our tongues swirl languidly around one another.
I rake my fingers through her thick, auburn locks and kiss her harder. She slides her hands up my chest, her small moan drifting into my mouth as she grips my shoulders hard. Bailey pulls back and looks at me, her lips quivering, her eyes filled with the same heat of desire that’s flowing through my veins. She pulls her skirt up and slips onto my lap, straddling me, and leans forward again. Our mouths crash together, and we swallow each other’s moans as we kiss.
Bailey leans forward, her full breasts pressed to my chest, grinding herself against my cock, which has swelled and started to throb. A breathy moan passes her lips, and she looks at me as she rolls her hips, biting her bottom lip. I slide my hands up to her hips and then cup her ass, pulling her down onto me harder. My cock is thick and rigid and is begging for release as she presses her warm, wet center against me.
She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and whimpers, sliding herself up and down on my staff. It’s all happening so fast that my head is spinning. My desire for Bailey is making the blood in my body feel like it’s boiling and my every nerve ending feel like a live wire.
I look into Bailey’s eyes and realize I’ve never wanted or needed anybody this badly before. Nobody has ever made me feel as connected to them as deeply or fired my imagination half as much as she does. And the thing that blows my mind the most is that she seems to do it without even trying.
Grabbing Bailey by her hips, she squeals when I spin her down onto the seat. Her body is warm and soft beneath me as my tongue lashes hers. My cock is throbbing almost painfully, and my skin is tingling in a way I’ve never felt before. There’s so much I want to do with and to her that I don’t even know where to start. I feel like a man who hasn’t seen food in a year and was just dropped in front of a buffet.
I feel her shudder as I trail my fingers down her body, over her breasts, then down her thighs, and I slip to the floorboard. Bailey looks at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted. She doesn't tell me to stop, so I slide my hands back up her thighs gently, pushing her skirt up around her waist. Gripping the edges of her dripping wet, lacy panties, I slide them down her long, shapely legs and drop them on the seat.
Bailey slides her hand up my face and grips my hair tightly, her eyes shining bright with desire, and she pulls my head down. My head spins as I breathe in the musky scent of her. She gasps and moans when I slide my tongue along her wet, swollen lips. Her tangy sweet nectar on my lips is heady and fuels the desire burning inside of me.
She writhes beneath me as I plunge my tongue into her silky smooth slit, lapping up her juices wildly, unable to get enough of the taste of her. I circle the tip of my tongue around her clit, flicking and teasing it. Bailey’s voice as she moans lustily fills the cabin of the SUV, and she tugs at my hair so hard, it’s bringing tears to my eyes. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.
“Ben, oh my God,” she gasps.
She stiffens as I part her velvety curtains with my tongue and plunge it deep inside of her, lapping at her molten core. Bailey’s grip on my hair tightens even more. A long, stuttering gasp bursts from her mouth, and she shakes wildly as she comes hard for me. The way she moves and the noises she makes turn me on in ways I’ve never been before, and even before she stops trembling, I’m fumbling with my belt, desperate to be inside of her.