Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you’re right there, baby,” he says against my lips, upping his pace. “Love the way you ride my hand. Come on my fingers, Reese.”
God, his words, his mouth, his touch. It’s all-consuming, a fire that I don’t mind burning in.
I break our kiss, gasping, a moan ripping from me as my orgasm floods my body, rolling in delicious waves that turn me absolutely liquid for him.
“Goddamn,” he says, slowing his pace as I shiver around him. He gently pulls his hand back, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking my flavor off of them.
It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding. “I’m going to need some more of that.”
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s lifting me up and spinning me around, sitting me on the edge of the bed. His eyes lock with mine as he hooks his fingers into the band of my leggings, a silent question.
I lift my ass off that bed so damn fast, more than ready for whatever else he wants to show me.
His grin is wide as he pulls my leggings down, stopping to rid me of my boots before pulling them and my underwear off completely.
I have a brief flash of self-consciousness, worrying about how someone as experienced as him will view me—
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says, quashing any doubt I may have had. He bends down, kissing me hard and fast before drawing back and dropping to his knees before me.
Okay, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
There’s something about someone as gorgeous and confident as him settling himself on his knees before me, spreading my thighs with his powerful hands, that has me trembling.
He pulls me to the edge of the bed in one quick motion, and I fall to my back from the move. I push up just a little to watch him dip his head between my thighs—
“Nash,” I gasp, his name almost unintelligible as my head drops back to the bed.
He licks up my center, and the tip of his tongue teasing my oversensitive clit has me winding up in white-hot knots again. I arch into him, my hands flying to his long blond hair, tangling there.
He groans against me, the vibrations only adding to the sensations sparking along the edges of my body.
“God, that feels so good,” I say, completely lost in the way he’s devouring me. “Nash, yes, that. Keep doing that.”
He does, alternating flicks of his tongue against my clit before plunging it inside me and back again. The constant switching in sensations has me shivering, warmth flooding my skin as pleasure tightens in my core again.
It’s fast.
So fast.
I’ve never felt this way so quickly twice, but Nash is lavishing my body with the kind of attention I never knew I needed.
“Nash,” I breathe his name, my eyes clenching shut as my release gathers right where his tongue is teasing. “I’m….I’m…”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers gripping my thighs with a little bite that sends me soaring over that sweet edge.
My orgasm flies through my body, crackling from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. I convulse as it hits me in waves, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as I ride through the aftershocks of it.
“Mmm,” Nash says as he pulls away, standing up to look down at me. “I could do that all damn day.”
A hot streak spirals down the center of me as he looks down at me, his blue eyes churning with lust.
I press up on my elbows. “Your turn,” I say, motioning to the bed. “Switch me.”
He smirks at me. “This was about you,” he says. “About getting you off more than once. You don’t owe me anything.”
“I know I don’t,” I say, heart hammering in my chest, my mind post-orgasm-bliss-buzzed. “I want to.”
He dips down, sliding my underwear and leggings back on, taking his time planting kisses along my leg as he does. I shift them up the rest of the way, fisting his shirt and pulling him to the bed. He laughs, and before he settles, I move, turning him on his back settling at his side, kissing him.
I moan at the taste of me on his tongue, my body feeling like a live wire. I smooth my hands over his muscular body, relishing every single inch of him as I push his shirt up, and kiss his abdomen.
Moving lower, I make it to his post-game athletic pants, tugging them down and kissing along his hips—
A pound on the door makes both of us jolt.
“Time’s up,” Clay’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. “I never agreed to locked doors in the suite! You have one minute to get the fuck out.”
I meet Nash’s eyes, shock switching to humor in a second flat as we both laugh.