Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Cass, yes. That feels so good. You have no idea how I’ve imagined you touching me.”
“So you’ve thought about me too?”
“Always. You think I could watch you on the couch that night, pleasuring your sweet pussy, taste your pussy too, and not go home and get in the shower and work my dick until I exploded?”
“Holy bananas, Lennox.”
“Holy bananas,” he echoes in agreement. I run my hand down his shaft, pumping him like he just described. His hips jack into my hand, and he swallows loudly. “Keep doing that to my banana, and I’m going to die, but at least I’ll die happy.”
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I see I have a long way to go in upping my game.”
“Kidding. But really, that’s hot.”
I really can’t stand to wait for a second longer, so I position myself over Lennox, guiding him to me. I throw my head back when I feel him at my entrance. My chest juts out all on its own, my hair is everywhere, and my hips take over.
“Fuck,” Lennox hisses. “You’re so sexy. And my god, you feel so good.”
“So do you.” Okay, so maybe it might not exactly feel good at the moment because it’s been a good long time since I’ve done this, and Lennox’s dick is far, far thicker than his fingers, but it doesn’t feel bad. No way. Eventually, good? Good doesn’t begin to even halfway describe anything.
I breathe heavily as I take him carefully, giving my body time to acclimatize to what I’m doing. Lennox doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t move a muscle. He’s absolutely still as I lower myself down. His huge hands grip my hips, guiding me.
“Holy shit, you’re really big.” I guess maybe I shouldn’t state the obvious like that because Lennox laughs. I crack an eye and give him my fiercest look, which only makes him laugh again.
“Thanks. I mean it. Unless I’m too big. Because in that case, I apologize most profoundly.”
“Most profoundly, eh?” He grins, making him even more handsome. “You know, I’ve never met anyone more perfect for me than you. I have to tell you. I have to because I just can’t not tell you. I need you to know that.”
His face softens, and even though his eyes are dark and his pupils totally blown, they soften too. “Thank you, Cass. That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me because it’s coming from you.”
“I don’t know much about your life, really, other than what I was told, but I’m serious. I’m good. I know what you were thinking in the car. That you wanted to bail because you think I can’t hack it, no pun intended, but I can.”
He shakes his head, which is basically thrashing it against the pillow. “That’s not what I was thinking. You’re brave, you’re astounding, and you’re so much more than you even realize. That was definitely not what I was thinking about.”
“Well, then you were thinking you’re not normal enough—never going to be—but that’s not what I want. I need you to know that.”
His hands encircle my waist. I’m not that skinny. I’m actually way curvier than anything, but his hands are so big that they wrap right around me. He guides me gently the rest of the way until I’ve taken every inch of him. We both let out a growl when he’s seated deep inside me.
This is perfection. Utter. Perfection. I love the way he feels inside me, and I test it out by rocking just a little. His hips flex on instinct, and he groans.
“Perfect, Cass. So freaking amazing. Feels even better than before.”
He’s right. I can feel my muscles clenching tightly around him, and he might be big, but my body has adjusted now, and it feels perfect in every way. My lady bits are in absolute agreement with me on this one. My entire body is floating high on the straight-up pleasure I’m already getting over here. I lift up and slide back down, letting my body take control and letting all the heat and sensations build and build and build.
Lennox grasps my hips harder and thrusts gently at first, but as I get bolder with swaying, wriggling, and rocking my hips, he thrusts harder. My hips roll in perfect tandem with his thrusts, and I can feel my muscles clenching from my abs all the way down to my toes. I’m not breathing anymore. I’m panting—panting and rocking and swaying. My hands dig into Lennox’s shoulder muscles to keep myself upright, and when he jacks up a few inches and claims my nipple with his mouth, I make a sound like a toad croaking at the full moon because, you know, were-toads or whatever.
I rake my fingers through Lennox’s short hair and claw at him to keep him there, to keep him doing what he’s doing, and to keep his wonderful tongue rolling over my tight nipple, flooding me with tingling heat that shoots straight down to my stomach.