Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
I moaned when he settled his weight between my legs, pushing up against me. My legs wrapped around his hips, drawing his lower half against me. I ground against him, his name falling from my lips on a soft whimper. I needed so much more.
He reached down with his other hand and tweaked my nipple. I arched my back into him as I tightened my thighs around his hips.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he pushed his hips against me.
“Julian, please,” I needily begged.
He sat up and pulled my leggings and panties off of me, leaving me naked and panting beneath him, desperate for him to take me in a way that I knew would wreak the best kind of havoc on my soul.
He was the only man I trusted enough to touch me like this.
He stood up and stripped out of his sweats and kicked his shoes off. Then, with his eyes locked on my body, making me tingle all over, he reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. My breathing quickened as he ripped it open and rolled it over his hard length. I instantly spread my legs for him, inviting him back to the bed.
A wicked grin pulled at his lips as he moved between my thighs. He gripped my ass in his hand and lifted me up slightly.
“Ready?” he asked me.
“Yes,” I mewled, arching my back, desperate to have him inside of me.
He slid into me and then leaned his body over mine to wrap his arms around me. He slid in and out of me, our bodies quickly getting coated in a light sheen of sweat. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I wrapped my legs around his hips and met him thrust for thrust, losing myself in him.
I shrieked in shock when he suddenly rolled us so he was on his back and I was straddling him. A loud moan spilled from my lips. He was so deep. It was almost too much.
“Let your hair down,” he grunted.
I reached up, my body tensing, a gasp ripping from my lips when I felt him somehow even deeper. I quickly pulled my hair down from my messy bun, the dark waves falling down my back.
“Fucking perfect,” Julian groaned. He gripped my ass in his hands, squeezing roughly. I moaned. “Ride me, baby girl.”
I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest, slowly moving up and down as I tried to find a good rhythm. Julian sat up and trailed his lips down my throat. “Riding me is like dancing, Meghan,” he rumbled against my skin. I shivered as I ran my hands over his tattooed arms. He shuddered as he squeezed my ass. “Move those hips like you’re dancing, baby girl.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I twisted my hips. Julian gripped my hair in his hand, yanking my head back so my throat was exposed to him. “Fuck,” he swore as he gently bit the column of my throat. I cried out his name as I came hard around him, not stopping my movement. He squeezed my ass tightly in his hand. “Yes, baby, just like that,” he praised. My body keened.
“Julian,” I whimpered.
He released my hair and wrapped his arm around me. “Yes, fuck, you’re perfect, baby girl,” he groaned. He pulled my lips to his and kissed me deeply, a hunger like no other running through both of our veins. “My turn,” he said huskily.
He laid back down, pulling me with him. Then, he gripped my ass in both hands and began to thrust up hard into me. I cried out as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my nails painfully biting into his back, though it only seemed to fuel him. “Oh, God, fuck, Julian!” I cried out, orgasm after orgasm washing over me, one following right after the other.
“I’m so fucking close, baby,” he panted as he pressed his lips to my jaw. “FUCK!” he roared as he tensed beneath me, his dick throbbing inside of me.
I lay on top of him, completely drained and spent. Julian wrapped both of his arms around me and held me to him, both of our hearts pounding crazily in our chests.
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Axel and Vincent sat down at the dining room table where I was sitting to do some of my homework. Both of them were holding economics textbooks. Vincent grunted. “I fucking hate parents weekend,” he muttered. “My ‘rents always come and make the biggest damn deal about everything.”
“It’s parents’ weekend?” I asked.
Vincent nodded his head at me. “Yeah—this weekend,” he replied. “You didn’t receive the email a couple of weeks ago?”
I shrugged at him. “Probably.” I actually vaguely remembered something that had come in my email that said something about parents, but I had deleted it. I didn’t have parents to come for parents' weekend. My father was absent, and my mother was the worst excuse of one. “I never really pay attention to those things,” I reminded him.