Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Wes says, cupping my breasts in his hands as I lean over him, bracing myself on the pillows beneath his head. “I like you like this, on top of me with your breasts in my face.” He lifts his head, dragging his tongue back and forth across my nipples, teasing them both before he settles in to suck my right nipple deep into his mouth.
Breath already coming fast, I grind against his erection, coating him with my arousal before nudging him into place with a wiggle of my hips. There’s a hint of resistance as I sink down, but that feels good, too, the way he stretches me, filling every empty inch.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he breathes, lifting his hips, forcing his cock just a few centimeters deeper. “You feel so good, but you really suck at foreplay.”
“You suck at foreplay,” I say, moaning as he pinches my nipples, sending a fresh shock of arousal straight to my core.
“No, I don’t,” he says.
“No, you don’t,” I agree, beginning to ride him in earnest. “But I don’t need foreplay all the time. Sometimes I just need you, inside me, showing me that you feel it, too.”
“I feel it, too,” he assures me. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
“We’re perfect.” I rock my hips, taking him deep again, shifting the angle until the head of his erection brushes against that electric spot inside. “Yes, oh, yes. Right there.”
“Yes,” he says, still rubbing and squeezing my breasts with one hand as he reaches down to grip my ass hard with the other. “Just like that. Ride your cock, baby. Ride me until you come all over me. I love how wet you are, how you take what you need from me. Fuck, yes, Tessa, I can feel you going. Fuck, baby.”
I come with a wild cry, losing control—and my rhythm—as fierce waves of pleasure pulse through me. But that’s okay. Wes takes over, gripping my bottom with both hands and moving me up and down on his hard, hot length.
He isn’t gentle and half the words spilling from his lips are too foul for polite company, but I love every second of it. By the time he comes with a deep groan, lifting me off the mattress as he thrusts up and into me one last time, I’m at the edge again.
I come again, cursing and whimpering and telling him how much I love him and his dirty mouth.
“Love it,” I pant again. “Love what a filthy talker you are.”
“And I love feeling your come all over my thighs.”
I lift my head and arch a brow. “That isn’t all mine, buddy.”
He grins. “I also love not using condoms. You’ve ruined me for all other women, Lady Gray.”
“Good,” I say, giggling when he gently swats my ass. I sink back onto his chest with a sigh. “Let’s always fuck like filthy bunnies, okay? Even when we’re old and tired and I have arthritis in my hips and you have trouble getting it up?”
“Never going to have that problem,” he says. “Not with you.”
And then he proves it by nailing me against the wall in the tiny bathroom before we shower, and it is…the happiest ending to the craziest day ever.
Bar none.
Chapter 27
WESLEY
I’m nearly asleep, lulled into a deep sense of peace by the warm weight of my favorite person resting on my chest, all clean from our shower and well-fucked and smelling of her floral shampoo, when I remember—
“The lockbox,” I murmur into the darkness, sending Tessa’s head shooting up so fast, I chuckle.
“Oh my God, how could we forget?” she asks, slapping my side with her hand. “Some treasure hunters we turned out to be, Preston.”
“My apologies, Lady Gray,” I say, scooting off the mattress behind her. “I was distracted.”
“By what?” she asks, pulling on my t-shirt before flicking on the small light above the stove.
With her legs bare beneath the white fabric and her hair long and damp, hanging all the way to her round ass, she’s so beautiful, it takes my breath away.
I swallow and give a slight shake of my head.
Her gaze softens. “You like me,” she murmurs. “And you think I’m pretty.”
“The prettiest,” I say. “And if we’re millionaires, I need you to promise that you’ll still sleep in my old t-shirts.”
“And you have to promise to sleep in nothing at all so I always have easy access to your fabulous dick,” she says, her eyes glittering as she nods toward the lockbox, still snug in my pack by the door. “Ready to crack this sucker open?”
“I’ll get the bolt cutters,” I say, pulling on my jeans with nothing underneath.
Tessa’s brows shoot up. “Bolt cutters? You brought bolt cutters? What do you usually do when you’re camping? Breaking and entering?”
I chuckle. “No, I hit the hardware store across the street from the hospital while you were getting your shot. Figured I might as well make myself useful.”