Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 83961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
"This isn't my usual kind of dream," she mumbled, brows drawing together.
"Not a dream."
"God, even dream Wolf doesn't use complete sentences," she said on an eye roll.
I felt myself chuckle, leaning down and kissing her hard and quick on the lips. Her eyes cleared of the sleep fog immediately, her mouth dropping open slightly as her entire body tried to jolt upright. "Wolf?"
"You've been busy," I said, propping her up on my knee so I could free a hand to open the door. I carried her in and kicked it closed.
"What? How?" Her mouth stayed open comically wide like she didn't know what to say.
"Speechless? You?" I laughed, setting her down in the middle of the bed. "Miracle."
"You can get back to being a smartass as soon as you tell me what the hell you are doing here."
I kicked off my boots, reaching behind my back to pull off my shirt and tossing it aside. "You wanted me out."
"Yeah..."
"I'm out."
"Yeah but..."
"Collings," I supplied, reaching for my button and zip. Her eyes followed the motion and I watched as her eyes got almost instantly heavy. "Thinkin' 'bout something?" I teased, lips tipped up at one side.
Her eyes shot up guiltily. "What? No! I mean... yeah. I was thinking about how Collings managed to..."
I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them. Her eyes drifted low again and I watched as she crossed her legs restlessly. "Still thinking about Collings?" I asked and when she looked up at me, she was smirking.
"I don't know. He's got a little something something if you're into that kind of thing," she teased, leaning her head back to watch me as I climbed up the bed toward her.
"Are you?"
"Me? No. It seems I like big biker mountain men with beards and..." she gasped as I lowered down onto her body.
"And?"
"Um..." She wet her lips as my face dipped into her neck, kissing down toward the neck of my her tee. My hand moved up her belly and closed over her breast. Through the thin material, her nipple hardened against my palm and I rolled it between my fingers until her body started to writhe beneath me.
"Um?" I prompted, biting into her earlobe.
"I forgot what... oh god," she groaned as my hand left her breast and pressed hard against her pussy through her pajama pants. Pajama pants that had guns printed on them, I might add. Where the fuck she found something like that was completely beyond me, but they suited her.
"Miss me?" I asked, tracing my lips down her jaw toward her mouth.
"Y... yes," she gasped as my finger worked her clit in fast circles.
"Missed you too," I said, moving my hand away but only so I could slip underneath her pants and panties and slide a finger deep inside her. "Especially watching your face when I..." I trailed off as my finger curled and stroked over her G-spot and her arms slapped down on my shoulders. "Like that," I nodded before ducking my chin and taking her lips, hard and fast and hungry.
There was too much that needed to be communicated to do soft and tentative. Beneath me, her body was just as demanding as mine. Her hands moved across my chest, slid around toward my back, grabbed my ass, then slid back around toward my stomach and down. When her hand closed around my cock, my lips broke from hers on a ragged breath.
When I lifted up to look down at her face, she had a look of feminine accomplishment. "I can't figure out why I still have all these clothes on, can you?" she asked in an innocent tone that was at once so unlike her, but at the same time, perfectly right.
"Fuck no," I agreed, pulling my finger out of her, snagging her pants and panties at their waistbands and pulling them off in one rough tug. I was still getting her feet free when she knifed up and ripped off my her tee. "Fuck," I growled, sitting back on my heels for a second and looking down at her. Her dusky nipples were hard, her pale skin flushed, her thighs pressed tight together to try to ease the ache I had started to create there.
There was always something beautiful about a naked woman looking up at you with need. But it was a whole different kind of beautiful to see that look on the face of a woman who would happily go through hell for you, on a woman who had.
I wanted her too bad; my balls felt like they were stuck in a vice; my cock was so hard it was painful.
I sucked in a deep breath and lowered my head down toward her pushed together knees, biting one hard until they jerked open reflexively and I pushed my upper body between, biting down the inside of her thigh. Her other leg moved instinctively up and over my shoulder and my hand slid underneath to grab her ass as my mouth found her clit and sucked it hard.
Her hips thrust up into me and with my free hand, I slipped two fingers inside her, stroking in a circular motion as my tongue stroked out over her clit. There was nothing shy or guarded about her responses to me right then, her breathing fast and shallow, moans following almost every gasp she took. Around my fingers, her pussy clenched tight. I moved upward, still finger fucking her wet pussy, but making the strokes unpredictable, slower, then faster, swirling, then straight, making her confused body scramble to grab hold to her budding orgasm again. I reached into the nightstand and got a condom, biting it open before pulling my fingers out of her, rolling on the condom, and lowering down on her body.
"Legs around me," I told her and her legs closed tight around my lower back as I thrust hard and deep, filling her to the hilt on a growl. Her whimper filled my ears, flooded my system, drove me over the edge.