Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“God, I’m burning alive for you, sweetheart .”
“Take me to the shower, Carson .”
He pulls back and looks down at me before cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his finger. Chills race up my entire body from that simple touch. Then he has his mouth on mine, his tongue between my lips as he mouth fucks me. There is no other description for what he is doing. My inner muscles clench and a fresh gush of wetness leaves me. I want him, need him so badly right now. “Please, Carson. Be with me .”
And then he picks me up in his arms and strides to the bathroom he renovated just for us. I still can’t get over it, still can’t wrap my mind around the fact he’s done all of this for me. He’s wanted me for as long as I’ve wanted him .
When we are in the bathroom, he sets me on my feet. I wobble slightly, my arousal so intense it makes me dizzy. The bathroom is incredible. It’s the first time I’m seeing it since he renovated it, but I can see how much time and work he’s put into it .
Glass, marble, chrome. All of it looks so damn fancy given the fact we are in his farmhouse. The shower is massive, with black tile that covers the floor and walls. It’s got two shower-heads, one on each side, and there’s even a Jacuzzi style tub beside the shower, one little entity .
“Carson, this is incredible,” I find myself whispering, knowing my eyes are wide, my shock evident. I would have never known about the work and detail he’s done in here if he hadn’t told me. I don’t come into his room, despite the fantasies of doing just that bombarding me. I turn around, not sure what to say or do next, but before I can utter a single word, my mouth snaps closed. His shirt is unbuttoned, his hard muscles on display, the six-pack I’ve seen countless times as he’s working out in the field shirtless, filling my vision .
“You can’t look at me like that, Jenny.” His voice is low, and so damn deep. I feel a chill race up my spine .
“Look at you what way?” Did he even hear me? My voice is whisper soft, but the way he growls, the look he gives me, tells me he heard me just fine .
“Like you want me to fuck you, Jenny. Like you want me to take you up against the shower wall, my cock deep in your body, our mouths fused together .”
Heat the likes of which I have never felt before fills me. And I find myself nodding. Yes, I want all of that and more. And then he’s in front of me, his shirt already fully off his body and lying on the floor in a pile. I go for my own clothes, not caring how fast all of this seems to be moving. I need to have him up against me, both of us bare, no more trying to hide how we feel .
But he breaks away from me far too soon. He moves over to the shower and cranks it on. Within minutes, steam is filling the bathroom. A nice, warm heat surrounds us, and I am totally undressed. I stand there nude, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that he sees every intimate part of me. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything before .
Finally, he removes the rest of his clothing. I take in the sight of him, the fact he’s so much bigger than me, his muscles on clear display from the hard labor he does day in and day out. I can still remember the feel of his slightly calloused hands on my body. And the way he looks at me makes me feel as if he’s touching me, running his fingers along my nipples, between my thighs. My gaze stops on his cock. It’s so huge…so massive and hard it makes my knees weak .
“Come here, baby girl .”
I go to him instantly. He leads me into the shower and I let out an involuntary moan as the warm water covers my back. Carson pulls me in close, his touches soft, gentle even. I don’t want that though. I don’t care if this will be my first time, that me being a virgin means I’m inexperienced. I want rough and hard. I want whatever Carson wants to give me .
I take the reins then, placing my hands on his chest and moving us so his back is to the tile wall. I rise on my toes and place my mouth on his, kissing him softly, trying to be all sweet. Of course I don’t want that, but I’m hoping that the strung-tight tether I know Carson has on his desire right now will snap and he’ll lose control .