Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
We arrive at Greer’s house, and when we get inside, she busies herself with preparing dinner. I should take a nap, but my body is buzzing with a new type of energy. An energy I want to explore. Getting Greer off last night was amazing, and I want to do it again.
This may be the only chance I get to be with her. Like a real couple.
I head into the kitchen.
“Hope you’re hungry,” she says, and I nearly growl.
“Oh, I’m hungry all right.” I don’t mean for the words to come out as cheesy as they have, but I don’t care. I am hungry. For her.
She spins around to face me, and her eyes eat me up as I erase the space between us.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I tell her. “About last night.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond before my lips are on hers. I kiss her with everything I’ve got, wrapping my arms around her trim waist.
I know I don’t deserve this woman. How can I deserve to love somebody when I’m riddled with anxiety.
She deserves the world.
But tonight, I’m pushing all of those soul-crushing thoughts away, and I’m going to enjoy this woman like I’ve wanted to for years.
“I love how hard you make me come, Greer. I want to make you come just as hard.” I continue kissing her, letting my tongue glide over hers.
She moans into my mouth, and I push off all the measuring cups and ingredients she had on the kitchen counter for dinner. It all goes crashing to the floor, and I don’t give a fuck.
Apparently neither does Greer, because she smiles as I hoist her onto the counter, spreading her legs so I can stand between them. I kiss her like it’s the end of the world, while my hands move over her body.
“Roman,” she moans, and I know exactly what she wants.
So, I give it to her. I ease my hand under her skirt, gliding it all the way up until I’ve reached the lace of her panties. Fuck. This woman is so hot.
I slip my finger beneath the panel of her panties and slide it through her wetness. I love how wet she gets. I push my finger inside her pussy as she digs her nails into my shirt.
I wish we could get rid of all this pesky clothing.
But I can’t stop now. I won’t stop until I get at least one orgasm from her. My hand works overtime to get her off. I toy with her clit while pushing two fingers deep inside her. I keep kissing her as I pump my fingers inside her.
“Greer, call me your boyfriend,” I demand. “Call me your boyfriend, and I’ll let you come.” I stop moving my fingers, and she grinds against my hand.
“Roman, keep moving.”
“Call me your boyfriend. Tell me how badly you want your boyfriend to get you off.”
Her eyes bore into mine. “This will ruin me, Roman.”
I cup her cheek with my other hand. “I won’t let it. Tell me you want your boyfriend to get you off.”
“Please,” she begs, and it makes my cock rock hard. “I’m so close,” she moans out.
“Then do it. Beg for it, Greer.”
She stares into my eyes, contemplating. I know I’m not her boyfriend, but tonight, I want to be. I want to be so much more for her. “I want my boyfriend to get me off.” She closes her eyes, leaning her head back. “Please, Roman, my boyfriend.”
And then, like a bolt of lightning, she goes off, coming all over my hand. I keep playing with her clit, making sure to apply the right amount of pressure. She rides out her orgasm on my hand, and our lips are so close. I could kiss her if I wanted, but I’d rather stare at her. Study her. Watch her come alive with her orgasm.
It’s probably the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.
I want to see it more and more.
As soon as her body calms, she moves off the counter. I lean against the opposite counter and raise my hand to my mouth.
Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?” she asks as I lick a finger that was inside her.
“Tasting you.”
She blinks as she watches me suck the fingers that were so deep inside her.
“Do you want to taste?” I offer her my hand.
She shakes her head. “No.”
I frown. “You sure?”
“Is that what you want?”
The thought of Greer tasting herself turns me on. It turns me on something fierce, and I nod.
She steps forward until she’s standing right in front of me. She opens her mouth, and I slide my finger into her mouth. She sucks it into her mouth, and thoughts flood my mind.
Dirty thoughts.
Filthy.
Of me shoving my cock deep down her throat.
I close my eyes and moan as she sucks my finger deeper into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks.