Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I’d fought it. Would continue to fight it…later.
I wanted him. I wanted this. I wanted to escape.
“You’re saying you’ve been bad these last fourteen years and don’t deserve to be inside of me unprotected?” I asked him.
The words were said in such a way that showed my disappointment.
Maybe he had been bad.
Hell, it was likely he had been.
I hadn’t. I hadn’t slept with but two men since him, and each of those times had been with protection. Nobody ever had me unprotected.
Why? Because that was for one man, and one man only.
The man currently pinning me against the wall.
My breathing was ragged. My breasts were heavy and aching. And we wouldn’t even say what my vagina was doing.
If that particular part of my body could speak, the entire bar would’ve known how much I wanted him the moment I’d spotted him in the bar.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” he said. “I’m saying that I don’t have any condoms.”
My hopes fell.
He didn’t want to do it without the condoms. And I couldn’t blame him.
In this day and age, you couldn’t be too careful.
“But if you’re saying that it’s okay to go without, then honey, I’m accepting. Because I’ve never not once not used protection with anyone but you.”
And then he was shoving my dress up and sucking on my nipple.
The cold December air hit my exposed skin, and the dual sensations of Jessie’s hot mouth and the cold bricks and air on other parts of my body were enough to send me flying.
I clung to his hair as my orgasm rocketed through me like a shot. I rode the ridge of his cock, ground myself into him, thankful that I’d worn my leggings so I could feel him better.
“Always were quick to shoot off,” he growled, then the pressure on my back decreased. But only long enough for him to slip that devilish hand down the back of my leggings, past my panties, and straight to my pussy.
He growled when he felt the wetness.
And I growled when he pulled away.
“What are you doing?” I cried out as he stepped away from me.
I heard his belt click in the darkness, and my over sensitized brain started to realize that he wasn’t leaving. He was just stripping so that our proceedings could move forward to the next logical step.
So, to help him, I bent down and removed my leggings and panties, again thankful that I’d worn them under my dress tonight.
Before I could even straighten, he was back, and I felt the solid heat of him at my entrance.
Our eyes met in the near darkness, and he pushed inside so roughly that I cried out. But it was okay, because he was there to catch the cry with his mouth.
“You feel like my dreams,” he whispered gruffly.
“You feel like you’re filling me full,” I whispered. “And you’re everything that I remembered.”
He was, too.
He was so big that there wasn’t a single inch of me that wasn’t filled to the brim.
He felt like he kept going and going, too.
When he finally came to a halt inside of me, sheathed completely, I gasped out at the feeling of such fullness.
No longer did I notice the cold. No longer did I care that we were outside, only a few feet away from where people were passing us to walk to their cars at the side lot.
Though, they’d really have to look to see us thanks to the darkness of the shadows that crept around the building.
I could do nothing but hold on as he started to move. Slowly, at first, as he felt like he was trying to savor the moment.
But then it turned into a fast and furious pace that neither one of us was able to control.
I slammed my mouth down onto his as he bucked his hips, pushing his hard cock into me faster than I could catch my breath.
My legs burned from holding them around his hips, but he must’ve realized because he readjusted us so that he had control of one leg.
“Drop the other to the ground. Put your foot on top of my boot so you don’t have to touch the dirty ground.”
I did as he instructed, and the awkward stretch with one leg up high and the air, and the other one touching the top of his boot, was forgotten the moment he started to move again.
The new angle had him dragging the fat tip of his cock against the sensitive skin of my pussy.
It took less than thirty seconds of him filling me, more slowly this time so as not to knock me off balance, to realize I wouldn’t last very long with him like this.
And when his hands went back to my ass to tilt it up further, I exploded.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my body bowed toward his.