Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“How about we stick together for the rest of the night?” I suggested.
“Maybe that’s smart,” she agreed. “Hopefully after some more sleep, I will feel more like myself tomorrow.”
With that, she finally started to move again, making her rock on my lap.
“Wait, I—“ I started, trying to grab her hips, stop her from feeling just how affected I was by her nearness.
It was too late, though.
She wiggled.
And then she was right on top of my cock.
Her gasp morphed into a throaty moan as my hips did a little automatic thrust, making me rock against the juncture of her thighs.
I watched as her lips fell open, as her eyes went molten.
I knew I was taking a risk doing so, but I couldn’t stop myself from jerking my hips up again. Then again.
Reaching down, I grabbed her legs, spinning her around so her back was against my chest.
Sure, what I really wanted was to spin her toward me, feel her lift up, then slide down on me, her eager pussy tightening around my cock.
But something told me that was hoping for too much too soon.
The way her legs parted as my hand slid up her thigh, though, said that this much, at least, she would allow.
Her head turned in toward my neck, taking a deep breath that caught on a moan as my hand pressed between her thighs.
Even through the thick material of her winter leggings, I could feel the heat of her as I crooked my fingers, pressing more firmly against her clit.
Her hips rocked, silently begging for more of the friction.
And, fuck if I wasn’t happy to give it to her.
Her soft whimpers and ragged breathing spurred me on even as her hips wiggled impatiently and her fingers dug into the leather jacket covering my arm.
I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to give her just a little more of what she wanted, right?
My hand slid up, slipping under the waistbands of her leggings and panties.
The touch of me against her hot, slick cleft had her body jolting and tensing as a long moan escaped her.
“So wet for me already, sweetness,” I murmured, loving the way her thighs clamped together and rocked as my thumb started to work her clit without the barrier.
But it wasn’t quite enough. The frustrated little grumbles she made had my lips curving up as I went ahead and let two of my fingers drift down, tapping against the opening to her pussy until her fingers were digging into my skin, until she was actually angling herself against them, trying to get them to push in.
Only then did I press them in deep, my cock aching at the sound of her long moan, at the way her walls automatically tightened, pulling me deeper in.
Any little bit of control I had before then disappeared as I started to fuck her with my fingers. Hard. Fast. And the way her wetness coated my palm told me all I needed to know about how much she loved that I lost it.
She came hard and fast, like her body had been desperate for release for months.
But I wasn’t anywhere close to done.
My fingers fucked her through it, then kept relentlessly working her, driving her back up.
She was still panting from one orgasm when the second moved through her, making her let out this choking moan that had my lips curving up.
If there was ever a time I could be thankful for my demon strength and stamina, it was when I had a gorgeous woman moaning and writhing in my arms, underneath me, bent over in front of me.
“I can’t…” she whimpered as my fingers turned, rocking against her top wall as my palm pressed to her cleft, engaging her clit without too much contact.
“You can,” I told her. “See?” I asked as her pussy walls tightened. This time, when she came, she was nearly silent, just gasping for air as the orgasm made her thighs shake.
“It’s too much,” she said as I kept working her after. Three orgasms? That was amateur hour.
“No such thing, sweetness,” I told her.
My free hand moved up, grabbing her gently by the throat, turning her just enough so her head was angled up to me.
Then my lips were on hers, splitting her attention, erasing her hesitance to feel more.
My fingers moved slower, softer, as her lips came alive under mine, growing hungry and demanding.
A moan moved through her, muffled by my own lips. And suddenly she was moving, turning, trying to get closer.
I moved with her, fingers fucking her a little faster as she moved to straddle me.
She was riding my hand then as my lips bruised into hers, as her hands slipped back into my hair, tugging lightly.
When she came this time, she cried against my lips, her whole body shuddering.
My tongue moved out, teasing hers.
And it was right then that she shocked back.