Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
A moan drifted out of her like she’d tried to hold it back, but the sensation was too powerful to contain. Her legs parted and her feet went back to the dash, and then she settled her naked body back against the seat, as if she were getting ready.
If we saw someone coming, there was no way she could scramble back into her clothes in time, but the danger of getting caught . . .
Fuck, it only made things hotter.
I grabbed the corner of the seatback and leaned over her, making it so there was hardly any space left between our bodies, and peered down into her eyes as I began to guide myself inside her.
The blue color of her irises turned bottomless as I advanced. Her mouth fell open, and she sucked in a sharp breath, but she held my gaze and one of her hands moved to clench my bare ass.
It read to me as a signal to keep going. To push deeper.
“You’re pussy is so goddamn amazing. All hot and snug, and so fucking wet,” I mumbled mindlessly. “Are we going to leave a mess on the passenger seat of your dad’s car? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She let out a nervous sound, like the idea turned her on even though she thought it shouldn’t.
I grinned. “Bad girl.”
Down I sank, going as far as I could, while studying her for any sign she was uncomfortable. But she didn’t appear to be. Her breathing was tight and shallow, and her legs surrounding my hips were quivering, but she didn’t break our gaze. I got the feeling she wouldn’t.
This was a challenge she was going to meet.
My dick pulsed, flexing and stretching and filling her, but I did my best not to move too fast. It was a tight fucking fit, and I wanted to give her time to adjust since I’d skipped the foreplay. As I drew back my hips, it was almost torturous because the urge to drive into her was powerfully strong.
My body wanted to thrust.
To pound, and take, and claim.
To fuck her hard enough that she’d still feel the ache of me inside her tomorrow. That way, there was a chance I’d dominate her thoughts for at least one day, the way she did to me every day.
I pressed forward, and my vision blurred from how good it felt.
Maybe I leaned down the last inch, or perhaps she rose to meet my lips—I couldn’t tell. Our mouths were hungry and greedy when they pressed together. It was wild that I was kissing her, and my dick was inside her, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure which sensation I enjoyed more.
That was . . . scary.
I’d told myself I wasn’t allowed to have feelings for her, and that was so fucking stupid. I should have known better. Sometimes, the fastest way to get me to do something was to tell me it was off limits.
TWENTY
Preston
Fuck it. I was tired of pretending this thing between Sydney and me was just sex. I already had an idea for our next lesson, and if she told me it sounded like a date, how the hell could I deny it?
That was what I wanted it to be.
In the past, things usually worked out for me, and it hadn’t mattered much if I had to step on someone else for that to happen. But the Colin problem? It loomed large, and I didn’t see a way I could get everything I wanted. Where I could be with her while staying friends with him. What if he forced me to choose?
Don’t think about it.
She made that easy because her mouth was fucking addictive, and her kiss demanded all my attention. It wasn’t just our lips and tongues, either. Her hands roamed over me, touching me like she couldn’t get enough. As if she wanted to make sure this moment was real and happening.
The rough carpet of the floormat scrapped at my knees, but I ignored it and eased her into my slow, steady pace. The interior of the car was stiflingly hot, so when our kiss ended, we both panted in the humid air. Her skin was damp with sweat, making her stick to the leather seat, but she didn’t seem to care.
When I shifted my stance on my knees and straightened, I found a different angle, and she gave a sudden moan that was soaked in pleasure.
“Yeah?” I rasped. “Does that feel good?”
“Oh, my god, yes.” Abruptly, her gaze ran from mine and her expression fell.
My heart thudded and I slowed my pace. “What’s wrong?”
Her focus snapped back to me, revealing her expression wasn’t upset or scared—this was something . . . else. Something naughty and sinful. There was an electric charge in her eyes I hadn’t seen before.