Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Moving my hand under her dress, I rub the side of her bare thigh and then lean in to kiss her neck. But first, I whisper, “It is now.” Her throat hums against my lips as I trail my tongue up her neck. I nip at her jaw before angling her chin to face me and kiss her lips. The sweet pressure turns needy, our tongues twisting as she owns every corner of my mouth.
A moan escapes her, and I swallow it down while readjusting beneath her. Every move, every sound, every breath she makes has me growing harder until I need more space. I slide my hand under her ass, pop the button of my jeans, and then lower the zipper to make room for my erection.
She angles herself to torture me some more, but it’s becoming too much. “I can’t be trusted with you,” I confess in a heated breath against her lips.
Her head rests against mine, her breath coming in waves. Taking my hand, she guides it between soft thighs and to the silky apex of her legs. “You don’t have to. I’m yours anytime you want me.”
Closing my eyes, I slip my fingers under the silky scrap that’s not hiding much. “You’re already wet for me, baby.”
“Always for you.” Her head rolls on her neck, exposing the delicate skin for me to mark.
I place a kiss first and then gently suck the tender skin, her body pliable to mine as she wiggles slowly against mine. And then I bite, sending a shock through her body and causing her hips to buck into my fingers. Slipping into her heat is heaven, her expression a goldmine of emotions from want to need to a hunger that takes over her pretty features.
Her head falls back to the chair as she rocks on top of my hand, her ass rubbing over my cock. “You feel so fucking good.” I tease the shell of her ear with the tip of my tongue and then whisper, “Are you going to come for me, baby?”
As much as I want to fuck her like this, it’s beautiful fucking torture. I need to be inside her. I circle her sweet clit with my thumb and then give her the pressure she’s seeking while adding another finger for her to fuck. “Yes. Yes,” she moans through jaded breaths. And then she leans forward and rocks back and forth until her body is frenetic on top of me, and her head drops down. “Right there. Right the—”
Her breathing chokes in her throat, but her body pushes until she holds my knees like she’s hanging on for her life. “Oh God.” The words rush from her mouth as an onslaught of tremors rolls through her core and around my hand.
When her body slumps forward, her head hangs off the end of my legs, the tips of her hair reaching the ground. Sitting up, she bends to the side and kisses me. “I want you.”
“I need to be inside you.” I pull my hand free and reach around to the string holding the fabric together on her hip. “You’re not partial to these.” I rip it.
“Laird?” She turns back to catch my eyes. She gets a smirk as well. “I didn’t bring a spare pair to wear back to LA.”
“I’m okay with this,” I reply, moving to the other side. She’s laughing when I rip it apart, not that it was hard, unlike me. “Lift.”
Holding herself up by the arms of the chair, I toss the shredded fabric to the porch, then wedge myself out of my jeans, pushing them to my knees, along with my boxer briefs. No easy task, but knowing how close I am to being buried inside her again, I get the job done.
I lower her hips and then angle myself at her entrance. I don’t have the willpower for foreplay and have her sink down and swallow me. “Jesus. You feel amazing, baby.”
Her lids are heavy as I press her hand over her belly, and she anchors a palm on my knee. “So good, babe.”
When she starts raising herself and falling back down, I reach around and grab her tits over her dress. That elicits a moan that can’t be mistaken for anything less on the edge already. I fuck her faster, refusing to let her finish alone. But damn, she has me craving to claim her in ways I shouldn’t, wanting to own every inch of her inside and out.
Bending forward, she rides my cock, pushing herself to the edge again. Her hums of pleasure mix with the sound of our bodies coming together over and over again. I thrust. She takes. She lifts, and then she covers me in her warmth, wet and soft. “So tight, baby.”
As if that was the inspiration she needed, her mouth falls open and my name becomes a chant as she trembles to completion. The pulsing and the rush, the squeezing and her still whispering my name has me following her off the cliff.