Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“I don’t. That’s why I asked,” she says sweetly.
“I’m more than tempted,” I tell her. “There’s nothing I want more than to turn around and see you naked. Your big, luscious breasts, your thick, juicy legs, your nipples, your core, all of you dripping wet. Your messy hair, your confident, sassy expression. I’m getting hot just thinking about it, but you told me we had to pretend the kiss never happened.”
“Then leave,” she murmurs, “but I want you to know, if you looked, I wouldn’t be mad. So if you leave, you’re making the choice not to see me naked.”
“Are we going to pretend this never happened, too?”
“Yes, I think so, but it’s so hot, knowing how badly you want me. You’re shaking, Asher.”
“That’s because I’m using every shred of willpower I’ve got not to turn around,” I growl.
“How’s that going for you?”
I turn, knowing it’s wrong, knowing I might regret it.
When I see her, regret is the furthest thing from my mind. Her eyes are wide open, wild, and manic as if something’s possessed her. Droplets of water slide from her face, down her neck, over her round mounds, clinging to her tender peaks. Her hips show her juiciness—her legs, her pussy.
“Fucking hell,” I growl. “You’re driving me insane. Why did you let me see you? Fuck. I’m going to explode just looking at you, Holly.”
“This is wrong,” she murmurs.
“I know.”
That doesn’t stop me from walking toward her, my hands trembling as I reach out and slide my fingers over her hips. She gasps and sinks against me, wrapping her arms around me. Her naked body presses against my sweatiness. I groan as I find her lips.
Her moans make me wild as I slide my hands from her hips to her thick ass. I massage her nakedness, then take one hand and bring it to her core. Her haven is wet, not just from the shower. She rubs against me, grinding her lips, her clit, her lust.
“Fuck,” she moans. “Asher … oh … oh …”
“You’re irresistible.”
I kiss down her neck, then suck on her nipples, never taking my hand from her horny, hot pussy. I rub faster, obsessed with the sound of her folds, the wetness of her desire. She bucks against me, moaning as I greedily and hungrily suck her nipples, biting softly onto the swells of her breasts.
When I slide my finger into her, her moans take on a distinct quality. They become urgent. It’s like, if she doesn’t come, something terrible will happen. It’s like my entire purpose becomes bringing her to the shivering edge.
Her tightness grips my finger as I slide deeper, her soaked heat beckoning me, begging me.
She pushes her face against my chest when the orgasm grips her. She doesn’t want anybody to hear her cries as they flurry like a snowstorm from her lips. She bites my chest, not caring about my sweatiness, as I pump my hand faster.
When it’s over, and I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from her, I can’t think of anything else—just her body and the desire she’s sparked through every inch of me.
I grab my shorts and pull them down. My thickness springs free; a dollop of precome clings to my tip. She stares down at my cock with her startled, beautiful eyes.
“Asher,” she whispers.
“I need you,” I groan. “I need to feel you around my cock. I need to fill your tight hole. I need to fucking own you.”
Own her? What am I even saying?
It’s the snow globe effect again.
Everything makes sense when we’re trapped in a moment, no matter how crazy.
She reaches for my cock, hesitating. She wraps her hand around my base.
“We can’t have sex,” she says as she strokes me.
Pleasure erupts in me. Her hand is soft and wet, making me think I might explode before I even slide into her pussy.
“We can,” I growl. “You’re ready for it. I felt how wet you are. I’ll go slow at first, stretch your perfect pussy with my cock. Then I’ll bend you over and get a greedy look at your perfect ass as I push inside …”
“Not sex,” she says frantically, rubbing me faster, her tits jiggling hypnotically with each brush of her hand.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” I say roughly, smoothing my hand over my swollen rod and her eager, needy nub. She trembles, responding immediately.
“I’m a virgin, Asher,” she whimpers. “Just … let me do this, okay? Let me make you …”
A virgin? My head swims. The revelation should make me stop. Somehow, it makes me want her more.
I push her tits together, sucking her nipples again, kissing her wet skin as she pumps her hand quicker, harder, squeezing my shaft. Release rushes up my rod.
I can’t stop it anymore.
“Fuck,” I moan into her perfectly plump breasts. “Fuck, fuck, fu …”