Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“And?” she asks, a flicker of naughty-girl in her eyes. “Am I anything like you’d hoped?”
Christ, she’s awakening everything inside of me. Every feral male instinct I have is coming alive. Every instinct that’s telling me to take her, to grip her hard, to hold her, to force her to submit to me and to make her mine and make sure she’s only mine. Those instincts are screaming within me as I wrap my arms around her tiny little waist and toss her down beneath me on the couch.
“Everything,” I tell her. “And so much more.”
Her eyes go wide as I straddle her and place both arms on either side of her head. I lean in and brush the base of her neck with my nose and inhale deeply, coating my lungs with her feminine scent, moving up until my lips brush her ear.
I feel her body shiver beneath mine. She moans again, and I slip my hand up her shirt and find her breast and cup it.
Even more perfect than I could have imagined.
“Jameson…” Her voice is so sweet. So innocent.
I find her lips again with mine and kiss her, only this time I’m no longer gentle. Something inside me simply will not allow it.
I press my tongue into her mouth and slide it against hers. I feel like I’m tasting her, drinking her and eating her all at the same time, and boy does it do a number on me.
Blood rushes to my cock, pumping hard like one of the cylinders in the engine of my old motorcycle until I’m fully hard beneath my pants. I’m so hard it actually hurts. The stiffness of my manhood just crammed beneath fabric, roaring to be released.
I reach down with my free hand, pop the button of my pants, and tug down my zipper, then slip out my dick and rest it on her, right between her thighs where her sweet spot is. Then I start grinding.
There’s no doubt that she can feel it. I know she does. I know simply from the way her body responds to mine. From the sexy little whimper she expels from her mouth to mine to the way she arches up off the couch and begins to grind back against me like we’re a couple on the dance floor trying to tell each other that it’s time to go home now.
I press my tongue deeper and grind harder against her. Her breast is so soft in my hand. I squeeze it and roll her nipple, which is nice and hard, just like my cock. The warmth she’s emitting is so goddamn sexy. If I keep on going like this, I could get myself off.
Then suddenly, Iris shifts beneath me.
She breaks our kiss and slips out from under my body and stands.
“What are you–?” I start to say, but stop as she raises an index finger in the air, silencing me. Her eyes, filled with lust, narrow as she reaches down and slides her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants. Then, slowly, she begins to slip them down, exposing her mouthwatering, feminine hips.
Now I understand. She’s stripping, but she’s stripping for me. No one else but me.
Her sweats hit the floor, revealing the lace lingerie she was wearing at the club, and wow does she look good in it.
I sit up and start stroking my cock as she crosses her arms and slowly pulls up her sweatshirt, swaying her hips as she does so. She turns around as she’s sliding out of it and gives me an incredible view of her perfect ass.
I groan loud enough that I’m sure she hears me. I can’t believe what I’m seeing as she tosses the shirt aside then spins back around and looks at me. She’s got this cute, sexy little smile on her face that is nearly hypnotizing me. It says, “I’m sexy and I know it, I’m confident enough to do this for you and only you, but I’m also still a little shy. So please, tell me you approve.”
“That may have been the sexist thing I’ve seen in my life,” I say to her. I totally mean what I’m saying, and she’s not even fully naked.
Iris smiles and hides bashfully behind her hair, which falls across her face as she starts walking back over to me. “You know, I may have bought this for the club,” she says, glancing down at the lingerie. “But seeing as how you rescued me, no one ever got to see it. Now it’s just for you.”
She straddles my legs and glances down at my cock, which is now standing up straight as a flagpole, aimed straight at her sex, now hidden from me by only a tiny strip of red lace fabric.
“Just for me, huh?” I ask, placing my hands on her hips. Flashes of a family, children, and shooting my seed inside her fill my mind like images from a movie being played on fast-forward.