Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
There was no time for it to sink in that this was a hospital bed and the door he’d just slammed shut didn’t have a lock.
No, there wasn’t time for any of that because Colby had hitched my skirt up to my waist and torn my panties off.
I went up on my elbows to stare at him. I’d seen this man a lot over the past few months, thought I was familiar with him.
But this wasn’t any Colby I knew. He seemed … frenzied. Out of control.
“Spread your legs, and show me that cunt,” he ordered.
My body spasmed as I obeyed his order.
His eyes smoldered as he zeroed in on the apex of my thighs, staring at me, no, devouring me with his eyes.
I squirmed under his gaze, overwhelmed with need, conscious of the fact that someone could walk in at any moment—something that only served to turn me on further and make me more urgent.
“Colby,” I pleaded.
“Give me a fuckin’ moment, poppet,” he murmured, still staring. “Been imagining what your pussy looks like for months.” His eyes slid up to me. “And she does not disappoint.”
I grasped the cheap sheets as he dove in right then, his tongue running along me with an accuracy that no other man I’d been with had possessed. Colby didn’t need coaching or direction. He found the spot.
I let out a strangled moan, forcing myself not to scream as that would definitely alert someone somewhere, and no way could I have this end without an orgasm.
“You taste even better than I fuckin’ imagined too.” Colby’s voice vibrated against me.
My back arched as he went in again, mouth moving as one finger found its way inside me.
I knew my orgasm was going to rage over me in a matter of seconds. Never had a man made me come this quickly. It was usually a fifty-fifty chance that a man could even make me come. Not for lack of effort. It was just harder to get myself there with a man.
Colby got me there.
I cried out as the most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. Colby didn’t stop, though. No, he kept going relentlessly as another climax peaked, as my back arched and my entire body trembled with the force of another orgasm. He continued assaulting me with his tongue and finger until I came again, barely recovered from the first two, half delirious, unsure if my body could even handle an orgasm that intense.
It could.
Barely.
Colby only stopped then, when my body quivered with aftershocks, my back finding its way back to the thin mattress, and I released my death grip on the sheets.
I blinked rapidly, coming back to reality as Colby thoughtfully—as if he weren’t the man who’d just savagely went down on me in a hospital room—pulled my skirt back down.
On autopilot, I lifted my hips to help him, coming up on shaky elbows to regard him.
His eyes were frenetic, the veins in his neck pronounced. My eyes dropped down to his jeans, where it was really fucking obvious how turned on—and how well endowed—he was.
Even though my body was still recovering from what just happened, I found myself hungry for more. For him.
Colby rubbed his mouth with his hand, the movement somehow violent.
“I can’t have you looking at my cock like that, Sariah,” he grated out. “Not with the taste of your pussy on my tongue. Or I’ll lose control and take you right here.”
Cue pussy quiver.
“What’s wrong with taking me right here?” I asked, forgetting all the vows I’d made to myself about staying away from Colby and definitely not sleeping with him.
What was another promise made to myself that I broke … really?
His eyes traveled to the door then back. “Because the first time I fuck you, I want to hear you scream my name.” I shivered at the roughness in his voice. “And I don’t want some fucking orderly or nurse coming in and getting an eyeful of you coming. That’s for my eyes only.”
Okay. All of these were good points. Except for the ‘my eyes only’ part. That was a little too possessive for my liking. But I was still riding high from my orgasm and was willing to let that slide. I swung my legs around so I could go up on my knees, grasping the sides of his cut and pulling him to me.
“If we can’t fuck, then I have to do something about this,” I murmured, reaching out to cup his hard cock through his jeans.
Colby let out a hiss.
I grinned in satisfaction at the power I already had over this man, not hesitating to kiss him quick and hard, tasting myself on his lips.
Then I jumped down off the bed on slightly unsteady legs and went down on my knees, working his belt.
To my surprise, I met resistance when Colby tried to drag me upward. I frowned up at him.