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)
“Dayum.” Johnny’s hips snapped, and his fully erect cock thrust in the space just below my sex. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.
I was slick and wet for him–I hadn’t been lying about my constant turn-on. I’d had needs in the past, sure. Horny, even. This was something else. It was a… craving. I craved Johnny and the pleasure we shared.
“You’re going to make me come before I even get inside you, baby,” he growled.
I kissed his jaw, and he tipped his face down to mine and melded our mouths together. When I slid my tongue between his lips, taking the role of the aggressor for a change, he groaned. “How am I going to hold back tonight?” He glanced at the window. “The moon is full. You’re naked and beneath me. Your pussy is wet and welcoming. I’m gonna die trying not to–to go too far.”
“What do you mean, go too far? I love everything you do to me.” I undulated my hips beneath him, wanting to take him inside me. It wasn’t like we were teenagers who hadn’t had sex yet. His words didn’t make sense. Especially after I picked out some toys from that box, and we’d used them.
“I just mean… get too aggressive. Be too rough. I’m so turned on, I could pound you into oblivion.”
A wide smile spread across my face. Yes, please. “Let’s give that a try.”
Johnny’s brows popped with a matching grin. “You’re killing me.” He rolled off me. “Stay there. I’ll get a condom.”
“No. We, um, haven’t been that consistent with them.”
He smiled sheepishly at me, but also had a feral gleam in his eye. As if he didn’t care about the consequences, or he even wanted them.
“I’m on the pill, so I’m good. If you are.”
He studied me for a moment, then growled.
God, it made me feel so sexy that he wanted me so much. That he found me so appealing he feared he’d lose control.
But what if none of it was real? I knew the physical part was real, but maybe he’d made it all out to be something in his head–some fantasy for him that didn’t fit who I actually was.
Just like I’d objectified him as my “hot cowboy” before I even knew him.
What if all this wore off in a few weeks or a few months when he realized I wasn’t the real Lyssa? What happened when he found out I was just plain old Emma, the conservative good girl who never took risks, flirted, or jumped in a hot cowboy’s truck with a suitcase a few hours after meeting–and fucking–him?
I wasn’t the woman who had a box of sex toys.
I wasn’t the one who made friends quickly with a bunch of women at a saloon.
Maybe this was going too fast. Maybe I’d wake up in a week or a month and realize I got taken for a ride, and not on a mechanical bull.
God, what if Johnny was just really good at seducing women? A love ‘em and leave ‘em type.
What if I was being catfished? Or scammed or whatever.
Before I could completely spin out, Johnny nudged my knees apart with his. “You want this cock, baby?”
The second he was close again, I forgot my paranoia and reached down to guide him in. “Yes.”
He eased inside me. “Where do you want it?” He thrust at the very end, arcing the head of his cock up to hit my inner wall. “Here?”
“Yes,” I breathed, already lost to the sensation.
He felt so good. It was like our bodies were made for each other. Maybe there was something to fate.
Then again, maybe that was a line Johnny used.
No, I was being crazy. This was real. I wanted it to be real. I told him I loved him. I bit my lip because his thrusts felt so good, but so I didn’t blurt it again. Had I messed up saying that?
The little voice inside my head asked, but are you being real with him? I’d faked a phone call to my fake boss!
Fuck off, voice. I was being Lyssa right now. And Lyssa could have hot, meaningless sex any time she wanted. She didn’t get hung up on whether the guy used a line or not. She just enjoyed herself. And the magical dick.
That’s what I needed to do now. Not get ahead of myself because I’d blurted I love you.
“You okay?” Johnny was watching my face as he arced in and out of me.
“Yes!” Dammit, I needed to stop with these doubts. “It’s good. Really good.”
He pulled out. “Just really good? Maybe you need a little something more.” He rolled me to my belly and slapped my ass.
I kicked my feet. “No! I need you. Your cock. That’s all I need.”
“Well, you’re getting plugged. Fuck, yeah. I want that gorgeous ass wearing my plug when I fuck you tonight.”