Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Good?” I ask, thrusting my hips up some to give her a little more.
It’s the sweetest torture working myself inside of her.
“Easy,” she says.
“Easy?” I huff, my jaw clenching when her hips still with several inches left to take. “This is beyond easy. I need more, Kendall. Fuck, give me more.”
She pulls back, her eyes locked on mine as her fingers once again dig into my shoulder. “Easy as in I’m not lost in my head thinking about tomorrow. Easy as in—”
Her mouth hangs open, her eyes unfocused as I lift my hips and seat her fully on my cock.
“You were saying?” I have to distract myself and talking seems like the easiest way, because if I focus solely on the clench of her body, I’m going to have to make excuses for why I didn’t last long enough for her to even get anything out of this.
“This is the only thing that exists right now—my pussy stretched so deliciously around your cock. God, how does it ache and feel like the best thing ever at the same time?”
“So good,” I manage before clenching my jaw once again.
Good isn’t the best descriptor.
Amazing, phenomenal, perfection work so much better, but my mouth can’t seem to form those words.
I’m to the point where saying something like pussy good, give me more is about all I can handle.
She shifts, rolling her hips from side to side as she acclimates to my thickness. She might as well be up on her feet bouncing on the damn thing for how good it feels.
She presses her forehead to mine, her eyes locked on where we’re joined. Is there anything this woman does that doesn’t turn me on?
“Look at you,” I praise, looking down at the same connection. “Stretched so wide. Fuck, your pussy is amazing.”
“Who knew you were a talker?” she asks, her mouth hanging open after the last word as I use my grip under her ass to lift her a couple inches.
She groans again, and the rumble of it swirls around us, the acoustics in the room better than I ever realized.
“God. Damn. Sweetheart, so good.”
“How am I already close to coming?”
I hiss, wanting to hear it but hating that her confession makes my balls tighten. I want this to last forever, but it seems a few minutes is all we’re going to get.
“I’m going to bounce you on my dick,” I warn, my fingers flexing against her ass before I can get an agreement from her.
Her lips meet mine, and it’s a great fucking kiss. Her lips are soft, her tongue seeking, and I give as good as I get, but my hands are working independently from my brain, lifting her and urging her to fall in a frantic rhythm. Her breaths escape her nose, those little whimpers from earlier gaining some strength as she pulls away.
“Jesus. There, Finn. I’m there.”
I grind her against me, my cock jerking inside of her without warning.
“Fuck it,” I snap, flipping her so her back is to the sofa, ass hanging over the edge, and I pound into her, my hips snapping forward.
Her eyes roll back, body curving away from the furniture, and I’d think she wasn’t having a good time if she didn’t reach down and hold her legs open wider for me.
I resist jerking the condom off and painting her with my cum, but just barely.
I groan out my release, stabbing into her once more, planting my cock in her as far as it can manage. Her body quivers around mine, her core taxed and fluttery along my length.
Four maybe five minutes tops since she rolled that damn condom down me, and this was still the best sex of my life.
I lean over, my cock shifting inside of her so I can take her mouth in a fiery kiss. Our breaths are harsh, mingling as she smiles against my lips.
“So good,” she pants, biting the corner of her lip once again when my cock jerks at the praise.
“Agreed, baby,” I say, nuzzling her nose with mine.
It seems to break her out of some trance, and I don’t know if it’s just the sound of my voice or the pet name, but she wiggles until she’s free of me. I can’t formulate words as I watch her walk away, that perfect ass of hers looking ten times better with my handprint there. She may have bruises come morning time from the grip I held her with, but I doubt she’ll complain. If she does, I’ll offer to kiss it better.
“Finn!” she screams, and I’m on my feet ready to protect her from whatever is making her so terrified.
She meets me back in the hall, the door to her bedroom open as she runs out of the one the boys have been staying in.
“Where are my damn kids?”