Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
My head fell back against the wall as I cried out. Trev pulled back slowly, then pushed back inside of me harder, sinking all the way in this time.
“FUCK, that pussy is tight. Can barely get it all in,” he panted.
“Harder,” I pleaded. “It’s so big. I want to be fucked with it hard.”
“That fucking dirty mouth is gonna make me blow too fast,” he warned me, slowing his pace.
“Trev,” I moaned, “I’ve never been stretched like this. It feels so good. I need it hard. Get it all the way in. Deep.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “Your pussy’s so wet; I can hear it.”
Then, his hand squeezed on my leg he was holding, and his other hand gripped my hip so tightly that it almost hurt. He rammed into me then until he hit a spot deep inside that I hadn’t known was there. It sent my body into a frenzy. Wanting more, I clawed at his back, begging him.
“Is that it, Lollipop? That’s where you want my cock?”
“YES!” I cried, never having felt this kind of delirium.
Trev pumped harder. Our bodies slapping against each other and the wet sounds of my pussy sliding over his cock were the hottest things I’d ever heard. When my body spun out into its release, I clung to him as his name fell from my lips over and over.
I felt him tense under me, then jerk before he shouted, “FUUUCK!”
I kept my arms wrapped around him as he thrust out his release inside me. I lay against him, panting. He’d made me come harder than I ever had. There wasn’t a word for how incredible that had felt.
When he finally stilled inside me, he leaned us both against the wall as he gasped for breath. I let out a disappointed whimper as he pulled out of me and gently put my leg back on the ground.
“Holy shit, Lollipop,” he said, resting his forehead against mine. “I expected it to be good, but, damn, that was off the fucking charts.”
I smiled as he stood up straight.
“I need to go get rid of the condom. I’ll be right back.”
“Let me take it off?” I asked, blushing when his eyes widened in surprise.
“Uh, okay.”
Even semi-hard, he was still thick. I took it in my hand, pulling the end down before rolling the base back up. When it was off, I ran a finger over his wet tip and played with the cum still clinging to him.
He hissed. I sank down to my knees in front of him and licked it off, then lifted my eyes to look up at him. The astonished heat in his eyes urged me on. I wasn’t freaking him out yet. That was good. Sticking my tongue out, I licked at the tip again, then ran my tongue around the head.
“Lollipop, you’re a naughty, twisted girl.” His voice was hoarse.
I wrapped my lips around the head only and sucked gently before letting it go and standing back up.
His eyes followed me, looking at me like he wanted to fuck me again. That was the point. I was ready for another round.
“How soon can you do it again?” I asked him.
“You start talking with that filthy mouth, and I’ll be ready for round two,” he replied.
His phone dinged just as he took a step toward me, and he scowled over at it like he might smash it against the wall.
“Check it. I’ll wait right here.”
His gaze traveled down my body, and he let out several curse words before walking over to his phone and picking it up.
“Dammit!”
“What?”
He shook his head and pressed a number, then put the phone to his ear.
“Can this wait?” he bit out.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” His eyes cut to me briefly.
He listened to whoever it was, then cursed again. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” He ended the call and stalked back over to me. His gaze traveled down my body. “Fuck, I hate my life.”
“You have to go somewhere?” I asked, ready to beg him to stay.
He nodded. “Yeah. It’s work-related. Can’t wait,” he said.
“When will you be back?” I asked, sounding desperate.
His eyes locked with mine, and then he lowered his mouth, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Real fucking soon. As fast as I can.” He stood back up and walked over to pick up one of his shirts that was lying over the back of the sofa. “Wear this. Stay in my room. There are drinks and your snacks from last night over in the minibar. I’ll send the others home.”
I took the shirt from him, then reached up and untied the bikini top, letting it fall to the ground while he watched me. He was breathing heavy while looking at me standing there, naked. I wasn’t playing fair.
“Jesus Christ, Lollipop. Please put my shirt on,” he urged.