Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
God, his rumbly growl was my undoing. “Uh huh.”
“Two seconds.” He kissed my neck. “Don’t move.” He rolled off the bed and lunged for his jeans on the floor.
I kicked the covers off my legs, already plenty warm. I didn’t usually sleep naked, so it heightened the sensations for me now. My skin caressed by ridiculously high thread count sheets. Nothing between my legs to absorb the slick honey leaking out for Johnny.
He climbed back on the bed with a condom package already ripped open.
“Wait, wait.” I sat up.
He instantly checked his movement, met my gaze. This guy was serious about consent–a fact that made me feel safe with him.
I grinned, taking the condom from his hand and pointing at the bed. “On your back, cowboy.”
He gave me a slow, lazy grin and did as instructed, propping his hands behind his head in the perfect picture of cowboy calendar repose. He was my Mr. September.
I rubbed my lips together as I surveyed his gorgeous, naked body. He was pure muscle. His skin tanned. His chest dusted with dark curls that matched the hair on his head. He was gorgeous.
I straddled his thighs, wanting to explore. I dropped the condom beside him and ran my hands over his pecs, loving how defined his muscles were. The way his nipples hardened when I touched them. I bent down and flicked my tongue over them the way he had mine.
He groaned. “You’re killing me, baby. How can you be so hot?”
I laughed. He made me feel beautiful. It was all too fantastical to believe.
I didn’t want this to end, but Lord knew, I deserved this one last hot screw as Lyssa.
I trailed my fingertips down his washboard abs and followed that glory trail right down to his cock. He was thick and hard for me, straining for my attention.
I gave it to him.
I gripped the base and slowly stroked to the tip as I held his gaze.
“Grip harder,” he instructed.
I did as he wanted, and he groaned.
His eyes caught the light and appeared almost golden, rather than brown. I held his gaze as I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock. I showed him my tongue but hovered over him, teasing.
A drip of pre-cum leaked from his slit, and I flicked it up with my tongue. “Mmm,” I moaned at the salty flavor.
Johnny was no longer the picture of cowboy repose. His fists were squishing the pillow on each side of his head into tight wads. “Fuck, Lyssa,” he grated. “I’m dying.”
“What do you need, cowboy?” I purred, rewarding him with a slow lick around the head.
“That,” he grunted. “Except–”
“Except?” I twirled the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock.
He scrubbed a hand over his eyes, like watching me was too much.
“Except I’m havin’ a hard time holding back, baby. I want to flip you on your back and fuck you until the bed breaks.”
A shocked laugh tumbled out of me. Um…wow. That was graphic. And hot.
So hot. No guy had ever wanted to break a bed with me.
“But then you’d miss out on this.” I took his cock into my mouth and lowered my head, taking him as deep as I could–all the way to the back of my throat.
I didn’t know how to deep throat. Lyssa had explained it to me, but I honestly hadn’t had enough practice to teach myself not to gag, so I switched to taking him into the pocket of my cheek.
He loved it. His hands wrestled over his head as his thighs tightened and shook. His balls drew up tight.
I went slowly at first, bobbing my head up and down over his cock, adding a tight fist to the base so he’d feel like I was taking the entire length into my mouth–another tip from Lyssa, of course. Then I sped up, tightening my grip and sucking hard on the outstrokes, literally milking his cock for his seed.
“Lyssa…fuck, Lyssa.”
For a moment, I stilled. Hearing my sister’s name on his lips created a tumult of mixed reaction in me. One part was egged on, taking on the false persona even more. It allowed me to let go and be wild.
But I also hated hearing him call me by her name. I wanted to hear my name on his lips. My name spoken with that ragged need. That desperate, straining keen.
When I cupped his balls with my free hand and started massaging, Johnny really lost it.
“Oh shit.”
The sound of ripping fabric made me pop off his cock, and I found feathers flying everywhere, filling the room.
He had literally ripped the pillow behind his head in two!
“Oh my God!” I laughed in surprise as a feather or two brushed my face.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “I told you I couldn’t take it. You’re way too hot, baby. I’ve never felt it like this before.”