Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Only if you call me, Good Girl.” Galvin let out a boisterous laugh. As did Sail, which brought him closer to where they knew they’d end up. They both stopped laughing when she felt him rub against her.
“You’re always so ready for me.” Sail pressed his lips to her neck and worked his way down until he took her breast into his mouth. Galvin arched her back, giving him better access. She wanted him. Ached for him.
Her hand slipped between their heated bodies and gripped his shaft. Sail moaned and pushed his hips into her grasp. “Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth as she brought him closer to her, rubbing the head against her bud.
He slid his hand between them, pushing her away even though she refused to let go. Sail kicked the blankets off them and widened her hips. He sat back, resting on his knees and watched her while his fingers moved inside of her. Not once did she stop staring at him.
“This is mine,” he said as his thumb teased her clit. “You’re mine.”
She nodded and continued to pump his cock.
Each thrust of his fingers brought her closer. "Ooh," she whispered, and her hips came off her bed slightly, to meet his hand. "Ooh! Oh, oh, oh, yes, please don’t stop.”
He worked his fingers against the slick seam, muttering how fucking sexy she was, and how she was is. Every other beat, his head would fall back and groan. Galvin closed her eyes as her orgasm built, threatening to topple over.
“Look at me, kitten.” The new name about sent her over the edge. She clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.
Sail removed his hand and stuck his fingers into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
“I’m going to . . .”
“Not without me.”
She had no choice but to let him when he leaned toward her nightstand. They’d stocked it with condoms since he had a habit of only bringing one with him. He ripped the packet open and slipped the rubber over his cock. Sail spread her legs wide with his hands, giving her a devilish grin.
“Don’t make me wait.”
“You’re demanding, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
Sail inched closer to her, lining his cock up to her entrance. He played there, moving his dick up and down her wet folds, driving her batty. Thoughts of begging him entered her mind, but she held her tongue. He was driving himself just as mad and it was only a matter of time . . .
“Oh, fuck,” he said as he sank into her. Galvin moaned, her back arching off the bed. Eagerness won out as she started shifting her hips to meet his. His fingers dug into her the meaty flesh of her thigh. He held fell back, and he groaned as he came toward her. She slid her hands down over his back, slick with sweat, and grasped his pumping buttocks. He pressed his mouth against her neck and kissed her, his tongue working over her sensitive skin.
Sail moved faster, went deeper.
Until they both were spent.
sail
. . .
Safe Sea ILCA Regatta
Every time Sail saw the sign, spreading from building to building over the cobblestone road, his lips morphed into a grin. Excitement also built. The town was buzzing with exhilaration, and everyone talked about the regatta. And while they talked, Sail listened. As did everyone else in his family. Including Galvin.
Tidal had the inside track on who was staying where since he worked at the hotel in town. A couple of the higher profile racers were there, thanks to their sponsors. The other hotels, which Sail liked much better than the one Tidal worked at, were sold out. Those hotels were on the water and a huge draw for people to stay at. Who could pass up the opportunity to wake up and see the water out their window.
Sail went into the sport store and waved at the man behind the counter. It’d been years since he needed to shop there. During practice, he realized his suit was a bit snug in places and didn’t want it restricting his movements too much. His dad ordered him a new one, which the store happily donated as long as Sail wore their branding logo on his back.
“Are you ready?” Kim, the store owner asked.
Sail nodded. “Yeah, I think I am. We’ve practiced a lot, and you know I’m going to go out there and give it my best shot.”
“We’re all rooting for you,” Kim said as he handed Sail a bag. The suit was custom tailored for Sail. “I’ll have a tent up in tent city. Let me know if you need anything.”