Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
She was beautiful.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
She was shorter than me by at least a foot. And with her face only inches from my chest, I knew I could pick her up, force her to wrap those pretty toned legs around my hips, and press her against the wall so we were face to face.
Her breasts were pebbled and goosebumps peppered her chest and belly, letting me know that I wasn’t the only one cold.
And God, those nipples.
They were pink and sweet and I just wanted to wrap my tongue around them and pull the tiny morsels into my mouth.
I tried in vain to keep my gaze focused on the chest up, but then she looked down at my dick and I couldn’t help but look down at her pussy.
She had a landing strip.
It was cute. Adorable. I wanted to trace it with my lips all the way to the juncture of her thighs right where I could barely see the tip of her clit poking out.
Oh fuck.
I stripped my sweats off with one fell swoop, taking my boots right along with them.
It was so quick and fast that she blinked at me, then smiled.
“I’m not going to regret this in the morning,” she informed me. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
I grinned and gestured for her to get back into the steaming shower that was still spraying away.
If I touched her, I knew I wouldn’t be letting her go.
So, I allowed her to move on her own and followed her inside.
My mind was no longer on my cold body, though. The heat, although it felt good if only peripherally, was an afterthought as I clenched and unclenched my fists. I told myself that I needed to have patience. That I needed to…
“Today was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” she whispered. “And I wouldn’t have a job right now if it weren’t for you.” She swallowed. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”
The matter of fact way she asked it, paired with the laughter in her eyes?
That made me grin. Just before I launched myself at her, scooped her up by her ass, and slammed her back to the tile as my mouth descended on hers.
She gasped at what I guessed was the cool tile hitting her back, but I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her anyway. I pressed her against the freezing cold wall despite her discomfort.
That was likely because my cock was sandwiched between us and her pussy lips had parted enough to allow my cock to tunnel between them.
I was seeing stars just from that alone, and I couldn’t force myself to be the gentleman any longer.
Then again, I’d never claimed to be a gentleman.
My hands clenched on her ass, and I loved how pliable it was to my fingers. I loved the way she moaned into my mouth, too, when I started to slowly rock myself back and forth into her heat.
She tightened her legs around my hips, and I couldn’t help but pull back enough that she could see the look on my face. The total and complete rightness of what we were about to do.
Her mouth fell open slightly, and she breathed out roughly.
“I know this sounds cheesy, but I’m about to come,” she whispered.
I slowed down, causing her to curse.
“I want to come with you… inside you,” I whispered.
She looked into my eyes, and I saw a flash of something there before she closed her eyes and threw her head back.
“Then you better get on with it because even with you going slow, I’m about to come anyway,” she informed me.
Grinning, I brought my hand down to cup her breast, bringing the delicious morsel to my mouth and dragging my tongue along the distended peak.
“You’ll hold off,” I said teasingly. “I know you can. I’ve also seen you in the gym, so I know how much iron-clad control you have when you put your mind to something.”
She snarled a curse and brought her hands up to my hair, yanking on it slightly.
“There’s a difference here,” she said fiercely. “I don’t want to hold off. You want me to. Biiiiiiig difference.”
She started snickering when I shook my head at her, a grin playing at the corner of my lips.
“I don’t have any condoms,” I told her.
She looked at me so long that I paused in what I was doing.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ve only ever had three sexual partners, and none of those went without a condom. I tested myself after them. I’m clean.”
I knew where she was going with this.
“Codie…”
“I’m not Catholic.”
I blinked. “Ummm, okay?”
She grinned. “It means that my religion doesn’t have a problem with me using birth control. Which I do. Have been since I was sixteen and… bad according to my mother.”
I didn’t waste time lining my cock up with her entrance. Nor did I think about how bad of an idea this was.