Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Riggs stares at them, his eyes flashing, and he reaches for the hem of his shirt, taking it off. I gaze at his perfect chest and body, the nicest muscles, sculpted and perfect. Biceps that make my mouth water. He’s perfection at its finest. And he’s about to fuck me. Him, the gorgeous biker, is about to fuck me, Evelina ... I can’t even with that.
“Now the panties,” he growls. “Show me that sweet pussy.”
God.
Dammit.
I can’t handle all this tension. The way he talks makes me weak at the knees.
I take my panties and slide them down until they drop onto the floor. Then I stand upright and make eye contact with him. He’s staring at the wet spot between my legs and he makes a low throaty sound as he takes a step forward, unbuckling his belt. He drops it to the ground, and then his jeans go next until he’s standing in front of me naked, boots kicked off to the side.
I take the time to savor his body, running my eyes over every inch of it. It’s impeccable, and his cock is the kind you can only dream of. Long, but not too long, thick and so hard. God, it’s taking everything inside of me not to rush over there, drop to my knees, and let it slide into my mouth. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted another human in my life, and I’m scared he’ll figure that out and this will end.
“Turn around and bend over that sofa, this is my fuckin’ night.”
Oh, god.
I do as he asks, walking over to the sofa and bending over the back of it. He comes up behind me, his body heat warming my bottom. I feel his cock brush over my skin and then his hands are on me, starting at my shoulders, running down my back and over my hips. He pauses at my ass, grabbing a fistful in his hands and growling, “It’s about fuckin’ time I saw a real ass.”
Oh.
My.
He shifts and then I can feel his hot breath against the skin of my bottom as he spreads my ass cheeks wide and then pushes me forward so my pussy is exposed. Then his mouth is on me. I’ve never had anything so thrilling in my life. His tongue dives in, his hands grip my ass, and I cry out with shock and oh so much pleasure. He lashes at me with a ferocity I can’t handle, and I feel that all familiar pressure building inside of me again.
He inserts two fingers without warning, and I cry out only to relax after a few seconds when he finds that sweet spot and starts stroking at it.
God.
I can’t.
I just can’t.
“Riggs ...” I whimper.
He stops, right as I’m about to reach orgasm. He spins me around suddenly, hauling me up as if I weigh nothing, and carries me toward the bedroom, my legs around his waist, my face toward his.
“I’m goin’ to make you squirt all over my cock.”
I bite my bottom lip.
He grabs my hair with one hand and pulls me closer, kissing me. It quickly becomes passionate and intense as he strides down the hall.
“To the left,” I whimper when he gets close to my room.
He moves swiftly to the left and in seconds, we’re in the room and he’s laying me down on the bed. His mouth doesn’t leave mine—he kisses me until I’m out of breath. His lips move down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest until he reaches my breasts. He kisses me gently, so gently it almost feels ... passionate. I don’t see Riggs as being the passionate type, yet I can feel it. Everything he’s giving me right now, I feel it right down to my core.
“You want to be fucked by me, baby?” he murmurs, kissing his way down my belly until he stops at my pubic area again.
Baby.
God.
“I do,” I whimper when he continues past my pussy and kisses all the way down to my thighs. “Now.”
“Patience,” he murmurs against my skin.
He drives me wild with his kisses, his touch, his mouth, and everything he is doing to my body. Eventually, he makes his way back up to my mouth, but by that time I’m trembling. I need him. I want him. God do I want him, that terrifies me.
He looks down at me as his body settles over mine. “You got a condom?”
I nod and reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom. I always have a stash. I don’t use them often, but the fact is I’m not silly enough to bring a man over here and hope he’s got protection. Half the time they “accidentally” forget. That doesn’t fly around here. No protection, no sex.
Simple.
I hand Riggs the condom, and he rips it open with his teeth and then reaches down between us. I feel him fumbling around and then his hands are back beside my head and his hard body is over mine. The anticipation is killing me. I want to stay in this moment forever, the moment where you have sex for the first time, and the feelings are all so real, and you want to hang onto the moment forever. You want to remember exactly how it felt to have their cock sliding into you, inch by inch. The feeling of their lips touching your body, the pleasure they bring.