Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Then his mouth is there, biting the cheek of my ass like it’s his dinner. Heat and wet surge between my legs and I automatically step my feet farther apart, wanting to give him full access.
His fingers go immediately to my center, first over the fabric, then pulling it aside to dip into my juices.
“Have you been with anyone since I last saw you?” When I shake my head, he says, “Good. This pussy is mine.”
He presses two long fingers in deep, spreading them apart inside me, making me gasp. He fucks me with those long, thick fingers, his hand pressing against my mound, lighting up my clit with each movement of his palm.
It only takes a few strokes before I’m panting for him.
“Gonna fuck that pussy of mine now.” The sound of his zipper is quiet, but still unmistakable.
I twist so I can see his face. “No.”
“No?”
“Not yet. Not until I taste you.”
He arches a brow and I prepare myself for a challenge, but instead he withdraws his fingers so I can turn toward him fully.
I sink to my knees and push his trousers open and down his hips to reveal snug, dark gray boxer briefs underneath, bulging thickly, his cock looking like it’s trying to escape its confines.
More wetness seeps out of me at the sight of him, because fuck, he looks good!
I somehow manage to take the time to fully remove his pants, and while I’m doing that, he unbuttons his shirt, first the cuffs, then the front column. I drag my eyes away from his cock to his firm, broad chest, then down to his sculpted abs.
Is this the body you get from drinking a lot of coffee?
I want to run my hands over every inch of him—all the inches, not just the seven or eight tucked in his briefs—but I need to pick my priorities. Still kneeling before him, I stretch one hand up to his stomach, gliding over the warm skin there, then along the oh-so-happy trail that leads back down.
My fingers slip under the waistband of his underwear and tug them down, stretching the elastic to clear his sizable erection. The thick head of his cock appears, then the full length of him springs out and bobs against his belly.
He wraps his palm around it and gives it a couple of tugs, lengthening it from incredibly impressive to downright intimidating, even though I already know it fits inside me. It’s just that I’ve never seen a cock this big in person, and I’ve definitely never had one like this in my mouth!
Swallowing a gulp of air, I glance up at him. His mouth is a flat line, but his eyes are grinning.
He cups my jaw again, squeezing gently to open my mouth. He rubs the head of his cock on my lips, and I lean in to take it.
“Eager for it, aren’t you?”
I have the stray thought of asking him if he’s been with anyone since he was with me, but I’m pretty sure I know the answer. Men who look like him aren’t sitting home alone at night.
I answer his question by taking him in deeper, and I’m gratified when he moans. Since there’s no way my mouth is going to cover all of him, I wrap my hand around his base and stroke him there as I lick and suck as much of his veiny, velvety rod as I can.
He runs his fingers through my hair, eventually tangling his fist in a handful and using it to bring my head forward and back, though he lets me lead the pace.
Gradually, I work more of him into my mouth, and when the head of his cock taps the back of my throat, he pulls back, saying, “That’s enough.”
I’m disappointed that I wasn’t able to get him off this way, but I’m also excited for what’s coming next. Derek quickly produces a condom from his discarded pants, rolls it on, then lifts me up in one swift motion, his hands under my bottom sliding out to support my legs as he presses my back against the window. I wish I could see this scene of the two of us from a different vantage point, because it would surely be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
CHAPTER 10
ANA
The muscles on his arms flex and bulge as he holds me. His eyes take in my body, from my face to my breasts, where he pushes aside the cups of my bra to suck on one, then the other nipple, and down to my pussy, where I’m spread wide, waiting, dripping with a ridiculous amount of desire for this man.
His cock rises between us, tapping my belly when he leans in, its rigidity making it look as angry and impatient as the man himself. He slides me further up the glass then brings me down, piercing my center with the head of him.