Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
I smile darkly. “That’s a dangerous offer, but I think I’ll accept it anyway.”
Goose bumps rise along her skin as I slide three thick fingers inside her, stretching her. She moans and gasps as I pump fast and hard, wetness coating my fingers and dripping into my palm. Lexi bows up off the bed when I latch onto her clit and suck, my name a loud, deep moan tumbling from her lips as she bucks against my mouth.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re coming apart for me,” I growl. And I can’t get enough.
She rides out the orgasm, body quaking, pussy contracting around my fingers. The aftershocks come in waves as I withdraw them one at a time and reach for my wallet.
She covers my hand with hers. “Can you go bare? Even if it’s just for a minute. I’m on the patch. I want to feel you.”
I’d do anything for her. Give her anything she wants. I grip her thighs and pull her closer, arranging her legs so they’re draped over mine. “I’ll give you the world, angel.” I drag the head of my cock through her slit and push in an inch as Lexi props herself up on one arm.
She bites her lip, fingers drifting over her throat and down her chest, skimming a nipple as she goes lower, until she reaches the apex of her thighs. She circles her clit and spreads her pussy, fingers sliding on either side of my cock. I withdraw, then push back in again. “Look at how perfectly you stretch around me.” I slide in another inch before I pull out again, the head coated in her juices. “At how ready you are for me.” I cover her body with mine. “I’m going fuck you until you’re screaming my name and creaming all over my cock.”
“Yes, please.”
I sheath myself inside her in one smooth stroke.
She winds her arms and legs around me, body already trembling, pussy contracting.
“Are you coming for me already?”
“Oh God, I can’t stop.” She moans, hands in my hair, nails running down my neck, biting into my shoulders.
I pull my hips back, and she groans at the loss, then moans wantonly when I snap forward, filling her.
“Thank you.” Her knees clamp against my hips. “Oh fuck.” I start a punishing rhythm, fucking her into the mattress, wringing cries from her lips. There is nothing that compares to this. To her. To the feel of her surrounding me, milking my cock, her greedy moans and pleas for more humming over my lips.
“Please don’t stop.” She grips my shoulders. “I don’t want it to ever end.”
“I have all night to whisper dirty things in your ear while I fuck endless orgasms out of you,” I promise.
She groans, still quaking underneath me. I fold back on my knees and pull out, fisting my erection as my own orgasm rolls through me. She slides three fingers inside as I paint the inside of her thigh with cum.
Lexi slowly withdraws her fingers and drags them across her cum-soaked skin. She lifts them to her lips and licks.
“Such a filthy girl.” I stretch out next to her. “You were made for me.”
“Only for you,” she whispers.
“And so damn sweet.” I slide an arm under her and move her so she’s sprawled across my chest.
Lexi straddles my hips, her palms on my chest, her smile matching mine. “We’re a little messy.”
I tap her ass. “Let’s shower. Then we can unpack our groceries and cuddle by the fire.”
“That sounds great.”
I follow her into the bathroom, and a shower turns into more sex.
Afterward, I towel her off, and she nabs my T-shirt, pulling it over her head. The sleeves nearly reach her elbows, and the hem skims just below the curve of her ass. “Please wear nothing but this for the rest of our time here.”
“I packed sexy lingerie.”
“Amendment, please wear nothing but this and your sexy lingerie, independently and possibly at the same time.”
She tosses me my boxer briefs. “Please be shirtless as much as possible for the rest of our time here.”
“Deal.”
I pull my boxer briefs up my legs and follow Lexi out of the bathroom. I grab the cooler bag while she picks up the tote of nonperishables. We set them on the counter and unload our food supplies.
“I like this.” I pass her the coffee creamer and eggs to put in the fridge.
“Me in your shirt with nothing on underneath?” She shoots a saucy grin over her shoulder.
“That’s a bonus. I just mean this.” I motion between us. “Domestic comfort, I guess. I haven’t had someone to do this with since, well…never, really.”
She empties a bag of green apples into a bowl and sets them on the counter. “Not even when you were with Peggy’s mother?”
“We were kids, and I was drafted in the middle of her pregnancy. She moved with me to Vancouver when I started playing for the farm team, but it was hard on her. She was on her own a lot, and I was on the ice all the time, so after a few months she moved back to her parents’. We tried again after Peggy was born, but we just…didn’t fit. She thought the travel would be fun, but it was a challenge with a baby, and she spent all her time in hotel rooms, trying to cope. I also don’t share well, and my brand of sex didn’t work for us. I didn’t want to feel bad about what I need, and I didn’t want her to feel bad for not liking it.”