Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
“They’re soaked, hmm? Just from that?” He traps me with his hands again. His breath fans across my mouth, and I lick my lips.
“Why don’t you find out?” I challenge, his eyes sparking immediately.
“In that case…” He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and tugs them down over my ass.
I gasp as he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me up onto the counter. Perching on the edge, I watch as he pulls the jeans from my legs and dumps them on the floor. He runs his hands back up my legs, spreading his fingers wide when he reaches my thighs, and pauses just before his thumbs touch my thong.
“I think I will.”
Tyler nudges the material of my thong to the side in one jerky movement. His thumb brushes along my pussy, circling my clit quickly. I gasp and he groans.
“Good girl.” His voice rumbles through me as he lifts his hands and eases my sweater over my head.
My shirt quickly follows, and as he steps closer, he cups both of my breasts. He kisses along the cup line of my bra and up. Deftly, he undoes my bra and it falls down my arms.
“I can’t decide if I want to tie your hands or have them in my hair,” he whispers in my ear, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
I wrap my legs around his waist and tug on his sweater and shirt. He releases my breasts long enough to pull them over his head then pulls my body against his. The movement is hard, and my lips part at the exact time he touches his own lips to them.
Tyler’s tongue sweeps through my mouth in familiar, easy movements, desperate movements, needing movements. His fingers slide up my thighs, probing, squeezing, and they leave me only long enough to undo his belt and shove his jeans down.
He grabs my wrists and flattens my hands behind me so I’m leaning back and slowly rubs the end of his cock against my wetness.
“Please,” I whisper.
It’s been two days. Two long, seemingly torturous days since I’ve had him inside me, and I’ve never been so desperate for him. For that fleeting feeling of completeness and rightness.
In one swift movement, he’s inside me and gripping my hips. His teasing movements of earlier are gone as he drives himself relentlessly into me. It’s raw and unbridled.
It’s perfect.
He sucks hard on one of my nipples, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. He does the same to the other then slides a hand up my back, fists my hair, and pulls my mouth down to his. His kiss is as rough as his fucking, every thrust of his tongue matching that of his hips.
It doesn’t take long for that sweet heat of an impending orgasm to overwhelm me. I reach forward and tangle my fingers in his hair the way his are tangled in mine. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against his, breathing heavily, moaning with almost every exhale.
“Liv. Fucking hell, Liv,” he groans, moving even faster. “God, I need this. I need you.”
His words are my undoing. They scare me and thrill me and consume me. I clench around him, my world utterly silent except for the rush of blood in my ears and those three final words spinning inside my mind.
“I need you.”
I come back down with a crash. His arms are tight around me, and both my arms and legs are still wrapped around his body, holding us together.
But they’re not really holding us. The thing that’s holding us is the strength of our addictions. It’s gluing us to the other, all while we’re trying to make something potentially beautiful from something incredibly ugly.
“Oh, look at that. We went straight to dessert.”
Tyler’s words make me laugh, and I pull back. His eyes are bright, much brighter than before. If that doesn’t tell me the intensity of his addiction to sex, I don’t know what will.
I’m sure my eyes are just as bright.
“Come here.” He nudges my nose with his and slides me off the counter. Without letting me go, he carries me through to my room. Just when I’m smiling at his act of romance, he pulls out of me and dumps me unceremoniously on my bed.
I shriek and grab my sheet to stop myself from falling onto the floor. “You dick!” I yell as he disappears into the bathroom.
Of course, he laughs. He never takes me seriously when I yell insults at him, and that’s half the fun.
“Hey, bitch.” He throws a towel on top of me and then jumps over me. His knees are on either side of my thighs, his forearms by my head, and his grinning face is hovering just inches above mine.
“What?” I ask, awkwardly reaching between us and wiping. Somehow, I ease my panties down and throw them on the floor.