Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
He never let up, he just kept stroking into me, over and over again, as I tried not to scream so loud that Sean’s ears would hurt.
“You want my hand, baby?” Sean asked as he paused in his ministrations.
I moaned into my pillow, and bucked back against him, wondering if he was going to smack my ass for participating.
“Sit still,” he ordered, not with a smack to my ass, but with two hard squeezes on my hips that told me to stay exactly as he had me positioned.
I would have bruises the shape of his fingertips on my hips in the morning.
I didn’t care, though.
Nope, not one single bit.
What I did care about was coming, and I knew that I would if I just got him to speed up…or thrust harder.
“Please,” I repeated my earlier plea. “I’m so close.”
Sean’s mouth moved to my shoulder blade, and one hand went into my hair at the base of my neck.
“Sit up,” he ordered. “Now.”
I did, wondering what he would do if I refused.
And I found out because, apparently, I didn’t hustle quickly enough at his command.
Mostly because he fisted his hand into my hair and pulled me up, causing me to pause for a second as a shiver of anticipation skated up my spine.
“Sean,” I breathed out shakily. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He laughed in my ear, letting his mouth run along the delicate skin of my neck.
“I drive you crazy?” he asked. “How do you think I feel?” He bit down lightly on the skin at the base of my neck. “I tried to take this slow, but your pussy is so fucking tight, and you’re squeezing those muscles every few seconds, trying my patience and my sanity.”
I squeezed involuntarily, and he groaned into my ear.
“I’ve wanted you for weeks. Then, today, you rode on the back of my bike, wrapped around me, for hours, sometimes with your hand in my lap, laying right over my goddamned cock. And you wonder why I have no fucking patience?”
I didn’t wonder at all, actually.
What I was thinking about, however, was the way this new position made him feel inside of me.
I felt him everywhere.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
My eyes fell closed, and I moved my hand down to come to a rest on my pubic bone. My fingers were curled lightly around the lips of my sex, and I moved one lone finger through the folds, amazed by how wet I was down there.
Then I came into contact where his cock was moving inside of me, and my heart started to pick up.
I was so stretched, that it felt like my entrance was straining to accommodate him. I knew if he wasn’t careful, he really could hurt me.
But I didn’t need to worry.
The man knew what he was doing, that was for sure.
Especially when he started to lift me, his large hand around my waist. Moving me up and down the length of his shaft, filling me over and over in smooth, calculated thrusts.
“Goddamn, you feel like fuckin’ heaven,” he rumbled, his beard tickling my shoulder. “I keep thinking I’m going to be able to hold on for you to come, and then I get to thinking about how good you feel and forget I’m supposed to wait.”
I curled my arm up and around his neck, holding his head to me as I turned my own and pressed a soft, wet kiss on his lips.
He growled into my mouth, and suddenly I found myself empty, crying out, and flipping to my back.
He was on me before I could comment on his abruptness, filling me back up with his length, and hitting new and even more exciting spots inside of me.
The breath left me once again, the third, fourth, or whoever knew how many times, and I struggled not to pass out from the pleasure he was inflicting on me.
I lifted my feet, curling them around his big body, and held on as he took me roughly.
“Fuckin’ get there,” he growled. “Or I’ll go without you.” He sounded tortured, but I didn’t argue with his terse words.
Instead, I moved my hand back in place, and slowly started to circle my clit, being careful not to touch where we were joined again.
Because despite what most women said, I did want to get off. I wanted to come with him inside of me, and it did matter if he came and I didn’t.
In the end it didn’t matter, because all it took was eight circles of my fingers, combined with his precise thrusts hitting that special spot inside of me that no one else had ever hit before in my life, and I was coming.
Hard.
I clamped down so hard on him that I knew the instant he knew I was coming.
His eyes changed, his jaw clenched, and he stared into my eyes as he let go, too.