Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
I get my hand inside, and his hardness and girth take my breath away. The tip of his dick is wet, and I slick my hand over it and lick my palm. His blue eyes are practically molten, like the center of a flame, and they only grow hotter and more intense as I jerk him off with my slick hand.
He closes his eyes, tipping back his head to reveal this thick, muscular throat. I draw up his shirt, marveling at his undulating abs and soft skin. He has only a small tattoo of an eagle and a skull on his chest, unlike Jacob, and I like the more natural way he looks.
His tongue moistens his lower lip, and then his lids flutter open, taking me hostage. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me with your hand.”
I blush as his words, spoken so gravely low, reignite my arousal. That’s what I’m doing. Fucking him with my hand. My pussy clamps down on nothing, eager for the sensation of being filled.
What would that be like? To take this big dick inside me, inch by huge inch. Would I even be able to move, or would I be impaled and immobile?
I’ve heard the whisperings about Jacob and Shawn, the girls fawning over what it’s like to be spread so wide by a dick so big. I’ve heard stories about the mind-bending orgasms they provide like a service to womankind. They’re not only good with their sticks on the ice. Off the ice, they’re legendary.
My wrist aches, but I push through, relishing the throb of him against my palm and the way his body twitches as he gets closer. He’s a huge, powerful man, but I’m taking him apart with just one hand.
“Come,” I whisper, remembering how horny I found the instruction in the last dragon romance book I read.
When Hayes freezes, and his dick pulses in my hands, covering his abs and my hand with ribbons of cum, that fantasy becomes a vivid, intensely sexual reality.
“Holy fuck.” Hayes tugs me in for a searing kiss, his tongue sliding over mine in explicit strokes. I let my sticky hand rest against his taut body and succumb to his grateful passion. While we’re drowning in each other’s kisses, I don’t have to think about what comes next.
It’s only when he draws back, tugging his shirt over his head so he can wipe my hand and his belly, that reality draws close around us. We’re in public, parked up on the street. We could be discovered at any second, arrested for indecency even. This was stupid and so not cool.
Hayes is a man I swore never to speak to let alone share orgasms with. I’m such an idiot for getting swept away with his cinnamon roll niceness and retriever protectiveness. He bamboozled me by being totally different from the person I thought he was, but all that was just to get to this, wasn’t it?
I pull down my top, trying to tuck away my breasts and shift away from Hayes’ softening cock that still looks like a cudgel.
He brushes a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and when I allow myself to look at him, I notice his blue eyes are cornflower soft and his expression is open. Maybe he wasn’t pretending. Maybe he really is a decent person who enjoys my company and is attracted to me enough to risk his career on a furtive rut on a dark street.
“Jacob and Shawn would burst a blood vessel if they could see us now,” he says.
“What?” I stare at him already on the defensive at the mention of his brothers.
“Yeah. The girl who turned them down.”
I blanch as his words slice through the euphoric bubble that we built around ourselves, even though I half expected them. It was a pretense. I’m an idiot for not noticing it before. He’s playing a game with his triplets—who can bang the chubby girl first.
My heart hammers against my ribs as my lungs deflate like three-day-old balloons.
“What?” I say again, stuck in a mode where my understanding of what I’ve done has glitched.
“Yeah. Jacob made you off limits, but he’s not the boss of me. I can do whatever I want.”
Off-limits? Jacob laid down the law, so Hayes and Shawn immediately went behind his back to get dates out of me. It’s not flattering to realize that you’re nothing but a pawn in a childish game between siblings.
I slide from Hayes’ lap, grabbing my coat from the floor. His dick is still out, and he’s shirtless and gorgeous, but none of that surpasses what an asshole he is.
Grabbing the door handle, I’m out of the car like a shot. He’s slow to register that I’m gone, and for that, I’m grateful. The sneakers I wear are comfortable enough to dash down the street at a run. I may be curvy, but I’m fit, too. I’m around the corner in a flash, and I duck into an alleyway to hide long enough to call a cab. I’m out of breath, but that isn’t the reason my insides feel like ground beef.