Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I started panting.
We stared at each other again.
My body felt so hot, I was certain I was about to burst into flame.
He put his fingers to his light gray compression shirt, pulled it up and it was gone, exposing the enormous wall of his chest, his bulbous pecs, the wide sweep of his shoulders, his bulging biceps, his demarcated abs and the thick, dark trail of hair that circled his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his black cargos.
Oh God.
I was gonna pass out.
“Mo,” I whispered.
At that, he moved.
In two great steps, he was on me.
He hooked me with one arm at my waist and I was up, literally flying through the air to land with a couple of bounces on my back in my bed.
Oh God.
I was gonna come.
I got up on both elbows and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, his upper body rising and falling in a huge, smooth, but fast and deep rhythm.
He was getting control.
I needed to get control.
The problem was, certain areas of my body were begging me to get up on my feet, use the mattress as a springboard and land on him.
He bent at the waist, all the way, so all I had was a view of his back which might have been good except he was clearly taking off his boots and that meant he was using his hands which meant the muscles in his back and shoulders were moving.
And I was gonna come again.
“Mo,” I whimpered.
Fast as a lash, he was up, his hands on my ankles, pulling my legs apart.
Lord, he had to stop doing shit like that.
“Baby,” I breathed.
Then he went in, one knee to the bed, the other. Fluidly ducking his head down and moving forward like he was diving deep in a body of water, his head disappeared under the ruffle and his mouth was on me over my panties.
My fingers curled into the bedclothes and my head fell back as I spread my legs wider, feeling his teeth scraping at the material, at me.
So good.
So good.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chanted, moving one hand to the back of his head, feeling the warm smoothness and quivering from top to toe.
I pushed him to me.
His mouth closed over me and he drew, hard.
So good.
“Mo,” I moaned.
His mouth disappeared, I felt his finger hook in the gusset of my panties and my legs were forced back together and straight up as he got on his knees and tore my panties off.
He tossed them away, caught my legs at the calves, separated them and let them fall to his sides.
I stared up at him as he dug into his back pocket for his wallet.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Wallet out, eyes locked on mine, he dropped it to the bed and his hands went to his belt.
“Yes,” I panted.
The metallic noise of the clip buckle releasing gave me another quiver. The sound of his zip going down made me start to shiver. The movement of his arms which meant he was putting his hands to his waistband and was about to do the reveal made my eyes drop.
His cargos went to his beefy thighs and his massive, rock-hard cock sprang out from a thick bed of dark hair.
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes.
God loved me.
“Hurry,” I begged.
I watched him roll the condom halfway on before my gaze cut up to his face.
“Hurry!” I snapped.
He fell forward and I almost shouted, Hallelujah!
But he caught himself in a hand beside me, straight arm, holding himself away from me.
“Mo!” I cried.
His hand went between my legs, two fingers gliding tight over my clit then driving right inside.
Oh yeah.
I fell fully to my back, closed my eyes, lifted my knees, and reached to him.
Hard muscle, sleek, hot skin.
Beautiful.
I opened my eyes as he started to stroke. “You need to get inside me.”
“And you need to be ready, baby,” he said low, his voice tight.
“I think you can feel I’m ready for you, honey,” I pointed out.
I wasn’t wet.
I felt it.
I was slippery.
He separated his fingers inside me and dragged them out.
My eyes rolled back into my head and my fingers dug into his sides.
He withdrew and gently rolled my clit.
I looked at him again, fingertips compulsively clutching his flesh. “Mo, please.”
“Slow,” he said.
Had he lost his mind?
We’d been waiting a hundred years!
“Not slow,” I replied.
His fingers left me, and I felt why when he guided the head of his cock to me.
“Oh yeah,” I breathed.
He slid in, stretching me. I took the head and then he rocked, giving me just that.
I glided my hands to his pecs and held on. “More, Mo. Come inside.”
He gave me another couple of inches, opening me, filling me, then no more and he again rocked, giving me only that.
The wide stretch affected my clit, the gentle rub pure, delicious agony.