Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
My fingers curl around Tarzan’s smooth body, and he looks me right in the eye, silently promising to turn my sour mood right around. I can’t help the delicious smile that cracks across my lips. It’s been far too long since I’ve screwed a guy, but for now, Tarzan will have to do.
I lean back into my pillows, scooching down the mattress and dropping Tarzan on the bed beside me. I raise my hips and slide my panties down my legs until they’re a jumbled mess in the bottom of my sheets.
My knees spread wide and I close my eyes, feeling around on my bed for Tarzan. I find him right where I left him, and as my hand slips back under the blanket, a heavy excitement settles into the pit of my stomach.
I’ve been needing this more than I even realized. I’ve been so wound up today, that after a quick—or maybe not so quick—explosive orgasm, I should be able to rest my stressed mind and finally allow myself to sleep. I can deal with the bullshit fallout of the eviction notice tomorrow and figure out a game plan, but until the sun comes up, it’s just me and Tarzan.
My finger hovers over the power button and I sink deeper into my pillows as Tarzan rests right over my clit. I press down gently until the first vibration rocks through my body like an earthquake. “Mmm, fuck,” I whisper into my darkened bedroom, feeling the elation and pleasure pulsing through my veins, helping me relax.
All thoughts of eviction notices and stupid bar assholes are wiped from my mind, leaving me nothing but thoughts of Khal Drogo hovering over me. As my finger shuffles up Tarzan’s curvaceous body to increase power, Khal Drogo’s wicked grin widens as his eyes flame with a promise of a dangerous night.
Fuck, this is going to be a good one. I can feel it.
My body flinches with the powerful vibrations as a soft moan escapes my lips. My free hand drops to my ribcage and brushes over my skin, sending a wave of goosebumps spreading over me and pebbling my nipples. I tilt my head back, trying to remember to breathe as my back arches up off my mattress.
I bust it up a few more levels and the intensity shocks my system. “Oh, fuck yes,” I grunt, clenching my eyes and going to town on myself as my whole body squirms. My breath comes in sharp, hard pants, but I’m not even close to finishing. If I can make this last until the sun is streaming through my bedroom window, I’ll be one very happy girl.
Game of Thrones continues to play in the background, and it changes scenes, but screw Khal Drogo. This is now between me, myself, and I.
“Oh, shiiiiiiit,” I groan through a clenched jaw, spreading my legs wider, and desperately wishing that I could flip onto my knees and feel a rock-hard cock slamming deep inside me. I mean, I could probably take this shit to the shower and suction cup one of my many silicone friends to the wall, but it’s not the same. Besides, stopping now to get that all sorted out is only going to ruin what I’ve got going on and I’m not about ruining a good thing.
I feel that sweet pull deep inside me and groan as the intensity grows. It won’t be long until my orgasm pulses through me, but I’m going to make it drag on as long as I can. I’m not ready to see the end of this.
My fingers brush over my tits, gently squeezing them as my clit is vigorously massaged, teased, and worshipped by Tarzan. Ready for more, I power up Tarzan just a little higher and squirm beneath his relentless vibration. My eyes fly open and I stare up at the white ceiling as my hand reaches back over my head, gripping the headboard and squeezing it hard. I dig my nails into the soft material and pant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grunt as Tarzan’s wicked power quickly starts to get the best of me.
My orgasm builds, intensifying with each vibration tearing through Tarzan. Everything tightens inside me, and I clench my eyes, preparing for the inevitable. So damn close. “Yes,” I hiss, knowing that it’s going to rock my world. Just a few more seconds and I’ll be changing my name to Mrs. Tarzan.
It creeps in closer and closer. I’m right on the fucking edge, more than ready for Tarzan to throw me off into the abyss below. “Awww, fuck,” I grunt, ready to lose myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My back arches just a little bit more and my chin raises higher as I tilt my head further into the pillow. My tits crave attention that I can’t give them, just as my ass and pussy scream for a thorough pounding, but tonight, the pressure is all on Tarzan, and damn it, I know he’s going to pull through—he already is.