Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Bring it on.”
He fists his cock and strokes a few times, then drags it between my lips, coating himself in my arousal. Each pass over my clit makes me jump. Little moans fall from my lips. The excitement and anticipation of how good he’ll feel inside me wars with my inner desire to have him right now.
“You want this?” he teases, stopping to push the tiniest bit inside me.
“Fu…oh my God, yes.”
“Tell me.” He pulls away.
My greedy side wins. I slide my hand between my legs and spread my lips for him. “I want you inside me. Now.”
A rough, animalistic sound tears out of him. But no matter how feral he sounds and looks, he’s in complete control as he takes his time, slowly pushing inside, filling me to the hilt.
I gasp, sigh, and wiggle my hips. “That’s so good,” I whisper.
He groans in agreement, his gaze locked on where we’re joined. Bending his knees, he pulls back, then thrusts inside. Frustration creases his brow. He grabs my hips, trying to angle me a different way.
“The table’s good for eating, not for fucking,” he says. “Come here.” He grabs my hands and pulls me up.
I let out a frustrated noise when he slips out of me. “That’s mean, Dex.”
He chuckles and returns to the chair we’ve already defiled.
“Here,” Dex rasps in a rough, desperate voice. His hands tighten on my hips, turning me away while dragging me closer. “Back right up into me.”
I don’t even question it. Whatever he wants will feel amazing. And anything I need to do to get him back inside me is fine by me.
“Good girl. Just like that.” I have to bend at the waist and brace my arms against the table as he guides me to him with one hand on my hip and sexy words of encouragement. “That’s it. Come to me.”
I glance over my shoulder and almost explode from the expression on his face. Bottom lip caught between his teeth. Eyes laser-focused on me. One hand wrapped around his cock.
“Oh.” I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut as I slowly sink down on him.
“Yesss.” He draws out the word until it’s one long satisfied groan. “Good girl. Yes. Take it.”
I stretch my arms in front of me, flattening my back and slowly rock my hips, adjusting to the new angle.
“God, Emily. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He slides one of his hands along my spine, then hooks it over my shoulder. I work myself up and down a few times but the angle’s strange and awkward.
“You okay?” he asks.
“This isn’t doing much for me.” I wiggle my hips. “It feels like you’re poking my belly button at this angle.”
He shakes with laughter, which doesn’t help, then curls his hands over my hips and helps me dismount. “It’s not your belly button I want to poke, trust me,” he growls.
He never takes his hands off me as he pulls me forward.
“Come.” Urgency strains his voice. “Straddle me. One foot here.” He pats the side of the chair.
When I don’t move fast enough, he circles his fingers around my ankle, lifting my foot and resting it by his hip. “There you go.”
I slide down, our sweat-slick bodies pressing together. “Oh God,” I moan as I take every inch of him. “Much, much better. Holy shit.”
He captures my mouth, kissing me hard and deep. Our breaths mingle, hot and frantic. I touch my forehead to his and spear my fingers through his hair. It seems to set him on fire. He clamps his hands over my hips and holds me down while he thrusts up into me.
“You’re really getting some use out of this chair,” I pant as I work myself up and down faster. The chair creaks under our combined weight, but thankfully doesn’t sway or wobble.
“Fuck the chair,” he growls, palming my ass and rocking me back and forth even faster.
His gruff, choppy words intensify every sensation.
Firecracker, the sweet endearment Dex likes to call me, might end up being a reality. The way he handles my body has me close to an explosion that could light up the sky.
“Dex,” I whisper. Tension builds, tighter and tighter. Where did all this frantic energy building inside me come from? He’s made me come twice already. “Dex, I think—”
“Don’t think. Feel.” He takes one hand off my hip and pushes my hair out of my face. “Feel me.”
“I do,” I whimper. “So good. So close.”
He loosens his tight hold on my hip. “Take what you need. I’m right here with you.”
I hook my hands over his shoulders for leverage and grind down on him harder and harder. His jaw clenches tight, like he’s trying to hold on until I’m fully satisfied. That tortured, pleasure-pain expression stretched across his handsome face is the match that lights my fuse. My body spasms and bucks wildly out of control. Every nerve ending exploding with pleasure.