Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
A moment later, three soft knocks sound from my door.
Hell yes.
Excitement to see her is the main focus of my mind, and I head for the door, swinging it open with a quick arm. But right before I can reveal the fact that my dick is out, I hold the door precariously in front of me, just kind of peeking my head around the edge of it.
She furrows her cute brow, her blue eyes looking like the fucking ocean beneath the hallway lights. “You have a strange expression on your face.”
“Well… I was just about to hop in the shower and…” I tilt my head to the side and glance down at myself pointedly. “I’m not exactly wearing any clothes right now.”
“You’re naked?”
I cringe, but I also smile. “I am, in fact, naked.”
She doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, she shrugs and steps inside, closing the door behind her as she does.
And even though I’m just standing here with my dick out, I can’t deny the fact that every time I see this girl, I swear, she gets more beautiful. Her blond hair hangs down her shoulders, and she’s wearing this tight-fitting white tank top with jean shorts and sandals. It’s a simple outfit, but she makes it look like it belongs on a runway. No joke, Lexi Winslow could make a fucking garbage bag go couture.
She stands in the entryway of my apartment, her gaze not at all shy in looking at me. I’m talking all of me. And I can’t decide if I should cover my dick with my hands or head into my bedroom to grab some shorts.
But she doesn’t give me any time.
Instead, she does the one thing I don’t see coming at all.
Straight for me, she slides her hands up my biceps, over my shoulders, and stands on her tippy-toes to lean forward and press a kiss to my mouth. But it’s not a chaste kiss or simple touch of our lips. It’s deep, passionate, and she slips her tongue into my mouth to dance it seductively with mine.
I’m hard as a rock in exactly two seconds, my cock basically poking her in the belly.
“Lexi,” I say, her mouth still gloriously busy with kissing me. “I just got done with football practice. I should probably take a shower.”
“You can shower after.”
“After?” I question, leaning back to meet her eyes.
“Yeah.” She pointedly glances down at my cock, the damn thing just jutting out from my body. “After we have sex.”
“That’s why you came over?” I tilt my head to the side. “For sex?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation. No tripping over her words. Just…yes.
“I enjoyed the sex on the lake,” she adds and shrugs one petite shoulder. “So, I want to do it again.”
I tsk playfully. “Lex, is this your way of telling me you just want me for my body?”
She smiles and shrugs again. “And the pleasure it gives me.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. And then I pull her into my arms and lift her up until she wraps her legs around my waist.
“I’ve got an idea,” I say as I walk us toward my bedroom. “How about we take a shower together?”
“How are we going to have sex in the shower?” she questions, a little frown creasing her forehead. “The space is cramped, and the water makes it difficult to find a good rhythm where you can activate my G-spot.”
“Oh, Lexi,” I say, my lips quirking into a grin. “Haven’t you learned that I’m a determined kind of guy?” I lean forward to press my lips to hers before walking us into the bathroom. “I’m going to make you come. That’s a guarantee. Though, how many times is up for debate.”
“I don’t think multiple orgasms in one session is realistic, Blake. Statistically, it’s not the norm for most women.”
“Well, you’re not most women, and I’m not most men.”
The faintest hint of a smile lifts the corners of her lips.
With her still in my arms, I lean forward to turn on the water, ensuring with a quick hand that it’s the perfect kind of warmth.
Her smile grows as I make a show of setting her to her feet and removing her tank top, revealing the white cotton bra underneath. Though, that bra is gone quickly after that, as are her perfect black cotton panties and jean shorts.
And when she’s gloriously naked, every inch of her beautiful body on display for my eyes and my eyes alone, I kneel down in front of her. Steam is already billowing from the shower, and I take one of her hands, encouraging her to steady herself on my shoulder as I lift one of her thighs and put it over my shoulder.
“Blake?” she questions, confusion in her voice. But I’m too busy staring at her perfect pussy that’s now directly in front of my face.