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)
Colby didn’t let me have the upper hand for long. My hand lost purchase on his cock as he tore my flannel off.
I froze when his fingers tried to pull the bottom of my tank upward.
Colby sensed the abrupt change in my demeanor and stopped.
My eyes met his. “It stays on,” I said quietly. Fuck, I wanted to sound more authoritative. It was my body, this was consensual sex, and I had the right to demand to have whatever parts I wanted of myself covered.
Except it wasn’t my body anymore. Not even an inch of it.
Colby was going to stop now. This was his reminder of what happened, what I had become. How complicated. Broken. Hungry as he was for me, he wasn’t going to push me when I was obviously hanging on by a thread already.
Colby’s hands stayed at the edge of my tank for a second longer before they let it go.
Instead of stepping back like I’d expected him to, instead, he went to work on my jeans.
I was too surprised to do anything but let him pull them down, stepping out of them, leaving me in the tank and panties.
“Fuck, Sariah,” Colby’s eyes raked over me. Then he grasped the back of my neck and was kissing me again.
The mattress wasn’t soft against my back when I fell on it. It was so shitty, the landing kind of hurt. But I liked that.
Satisfaction filled me when my nails raked the skin on Colby’s back, drawing blood and hiss of pain from him.
“Naughty girl.” He nipped my neck with his teeth before moving his lips down my neck.
My hands tangled in his hair as he suckled my nipples through my tank. I writhed underneath him, need growing stronger with every passing second.
“Can I see them?” his head tilted up as he cupped my breast in his hand. “I won’t pull it down any farther.”
I held my breath, his fingers toying with the top of my tank. I desperately wanted his lips on my skin there, I wanted to please him like that. Wanted him to please me like that. But that required trust. Trust that he wouldn’t get lost in the moment and tear my shirt away. That he wouldn’t venture to parts of my skin I couldn’t have him seeing.
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
Colby grasped one of my hands that had been clutching the sheet and turned it over to kiss the scars on the inside of my palm.
My body had begun to relax yet tensed again as he pulled down my tank to expose my breasts.
“I’ve been fuckin’ dreaming about these,” he licked his lips, riveted by my breasts.
My heartbeat slammed in my ears and my pussy pulsed at the hunger in his gaze.
I cried out when his mouth found my bare nipple, teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh.
Colby took his time working on each one of my breasts, driving me crazy as he alternated between tenderness and a rough desperation that showed the wild, more dangerous side of him.
I lapped up both versions, on the cusp of climax from just that. I’d always thought that was utter bullshit. I’d always needed clitoral stimulation plus penetration to really get there. But if Colby kept up much longer, I was going to lose it.
Colby must’ve sensed this as I’d been writhing underneath him, rubbing against him, desperate for any kind of friction.
He gave my nipple one last nip before moving. Downward.
I held my breath as he hovered over my stomach, careful not to linger near my abdomen, thoughtfully pulling my tank down when it rode a little high.
My legs opened for him as he inspected the wetness of my white cotton panties. Gone were the silks and laces of La Perla.
From the look in Colby’s eyes, you’d think I was wearing the most exquisite lingerie money could buy.
His finger trailed over the top of my panties to where I was wet. It was torture. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?” he rasped, the hoarseness in his voice somehow adding to how turned on I was.
My head moved rapidly, shaking then nodding. I didn’t quite know what to do with myself.
Colby smirked wickedly. “I gotta make you come in my mouth, then you’ll do it around my cock.”
The way he looked at me, touched me, his tone … it created a hunger in me that begged to be sated.
“Yes,” I hissed.
Colby didn’t make me wait any longer. He pulled my panties to the side and dove right in. I cried out in ecstasy as I tugged at his hair, my body already wracked by an orgasm.
I hadn’t brought myself there the entire time I’d been on the road. I’d deprived myself of that. I didn’t know whether it was punishment or something else. My last orgasm had been with Colby, and I didn’t want to sully that.