Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I press my palm hard against her and slip two fingers inside, groaning at how hot and tight she is around me. She grinds herself wildly against my hand.
“Dex,” she gasps.
“Don’t hold back.” I bury my nose against her neck and lightly scrape my teeth over her skin. “Give it to me.”
Those words seem to be the key that unlocks her. High-pitched whimpers and quick breaths pass her lips. Wave after wave of pleasure seems to toss her around until she’s a hot, needy, squirming beauty in my arms.
“Oh God.” Her back arches and her face screws up as if the orgasm that rocks her body hurts. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.
Her body twists until she’s almost on her back. I bite the fabric of her shirt and drag it up over her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth.
“Oh my…fuck!” Her ragged breathing quickens. “Dex.” She flails her arm in the air, dislodging me from her breast. I growl in frustration.
She points again to something behind us. “Condoms,” she gasps. “I…I dumped a whole box of them the other day. In…drawer.”
I’m torn. I want to fuck her like I want my next lungful of oxygen but I don’t want to take my hand away.
“Don’t move.” I drag my hand over her hip, stopping to squeeze her flesh to emphasize how much I want her to stay put. Stretching my hand over my head, I aim for the knob and yank the top drawer of her nightstand open, praying like fuck it’s the right one. Twisting and stretching, my fingers finally encounter what feels like a sea of little foil squares. Jesus Christ, how many are there? My lips curl, pleased she’s planning for a lot of fucking in our future. Finally, I capture one of the slippery little fuckers between my fingers. I rip it open with my teeth and roll slightly away from her to smooth it on. She lifts herself on one elbow.
“What did I say?” I press her to the mattress, positioning her the way I want.
She laughs and wriggles away to untangle herself from her shirt.
“Okay, that I’ll allow.” I slide my hand between her thighs, slightly lifting her leg. “Shift your ass toward me. The way you were when you woke me up.”
“I didn’t wake you up.” Her voice indignant while she shifts her butt into place.
“Oh yes you did.” I guide my cock to her entrance, sliding it along the seam of her lips first, nudging her sensitive clit until she gasps. “Your hot little ass was rubbing up against my dick.”
She answers by raising her leg higher, draping it over my hip. I gather her in my arms, pressing her tight against me and push my hips forward. She squeaks as I slide into her. I nip her earlobe and suck at her neck. One of my arms tightens over her chest and I use my free hand to cup her breast, teasing her nipple between my fingers.
“That feels so good,” she repeats over and over in this desperate, breathy whisper.
I can’t quite get as deep as I want at this angle, but I love her open and exposed so I can touch her everywhere. In the darkness, I use my hands to map her body, sliding from her breasts, down her ribcage, over her belly, and then reverse direction, stopping to tease her nipples.
She turns her head, catching my mouth for a kiss. Nose to nose, she stares at me in wonder while our lips slide together.
“Your cock feels so good,” she whispers between kisses.
I slide my fingers into my mouth, wetting them and tasting her on my skin from earlier, then reach down to play with her clit.
She moans and closes her eyes, writhing against me.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “You’re so beautiful.” I kiss her temple and rub her clit even faster.
A louder moan tears from her throat. “Please.” Her nails graze my cheek as she tries to pull my face closer for another kiss.
Our lips fuse. Pleasure rises in steady waves. She feels so fucking good around me. Hot, slick, squeezing down so hard.
“Go off for me, little firecracker.” I suck at her neck, squeezing my arms around her even tighter.
A long, guttural moan tears from her throat.
My control finally snaps. I grip her thigh, pulling her almost sideways and drive into her as I follow her over the edge. She keeps rolling her hips, drawing it out for both of us.
Spent, we lay there in a pile of shaking, sweaty limbs. She carefully pulls away and flips over, facing me.
“That’s the hottest way I’ve ever been woken up in the middle of the night.” Her voice is hoarse, a low, sexy rasp.
“Same,” I answer automatically.
I’ve never woken up next to someone, with such a desperate to have them or I’ll die feeling. I reach over and brush her hair off her cheek. “I mean that.”