Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
"Let's go," she says eventually. Making a big show about sliding off the stool in a sexy way, Celine plumps her new curls and pivots in her new dress, cocking her hip and showing off her perfect legs. If people weren't looking before, they sure are looking now. Taking her by the hand, I walk her to the door, enjoying the glances we receive as we cross through the crowd. Outside, Celine drops my hand and stretches her arms into the air, making a high-pitched, happy sound. "That was good, Elias. Really good." She focuses on me with a big, bright smile, sending something warm that wraps around my heart. "If that doesn't make him scream, I don't know what will."
"Forget making Eddie scream. How about I make you scream?"
Even in the darkness, I can see her pupils swell with arousal. When I take a step closer, looming over her, she holds her ground.
With a husky whisper, she says, "I thought you'd never ask."
We don't even make it through the door to my dorm room before grasping at each other in desperation. I shove down the thin straps of her dress, baring her perfect breasts cupped in a bra that almost reveals her nipples. My mouth is on her neck, her clavicle, and lower until I'm latched onto one tight little nipple and sucking hard enough to make her gasp. Celine pulls my shirt, and I tear it from my body in one rough motion that has the stitches breaking.
"Damn," she says, trailing my body with lazy eyes. "Your body is insane."
"Nothing insane about it. Just hard work and dedication."
I push my shoulders back and make my pecs jump one at a time and laugh when I make her giggle.
"Well, I, for one, am very happy to appreciate the results of your intense focus." She trails a hand down the middle of my chest, reading the bumps of my abs with slow precision. When she gets to my belt, she stops.
"Show me what I've been missing."
She doesn't need to ask twice. I remove my belt with one hand, tearing the leather from the loops fast and hard. Her mouth drops open at the whip-crack of the sound it makes.
Interesting.
I toe off my shoes and lose the socks—there's nothing less sexy than a dude standing around naked in footwear—then drop my jeans.
Celine's focus zeros in on my cock, which is a very obvious bar in my tight black boxer briefs. "I've had dreams about that night." Her hand trails gently over the outline, sending a shiver of sensation up my spine and over my scalp. This girl is going to kill me.
I don't admit that I've thought about that night a lot as well. Mostly alone with my left hand working. "Celine. Fuck." I grab her beneath the ass with one hand, pulling her high against my body. Her legs wrap around my waist, clinging on as she gasps. Our mouths find each other, and we slide into a kiss that feels like mayhem. I can't breathe; I want to get inside her so much.
When her back hits the wall, it knocks the breath from both our lungs. Celine throws her head back, baring her throat, and I run my tongue over her pulse until I'm close to her ear. "Shall I fuck you now, Celine? Tell me what you want."
"Hard. Fast. Jesus, Mazur. Just give me your dick already."
With a heart that feels like it's beating hard enough to punch its way out of my chest, I release my cock, pushing her panties aside, and thrust deep in one slick motion that makes Celine scream and forces me up on my toes.
Oh god. It feels so good. So right. I can't even breathe.
I grind up inside her, pressing my hips against her sweet little pussy, relishing the wetness between her thighs like sweet pudding. Each thrust is a violent punctuation of my craving for her. I’m out of my mind, kissing her so deeply my jaw aches, shoving down her bra until her breasts are bare, and leaving hickeys all over her skin.
I'm deep, but I want deeper.
I yank her away from the wall, striding across my room with her clinging to me like a koala. I lower her onto the bed, still embedded deep, resting her legs over my shoulders before I fold her in two. That's it. That's it. Fuck.
"Oh god," she cries out. "Oh…oh… don't stop."
"Fucking come for me," I growl, keeping the unyielding tempo but adding more force to each slam of my hips. Celine's eyes roll, and her pussy clamps down so hard, I see stars. Her body jerks, spasming under my weight. I rest a hand over her heart and feel the explosive race as she orgasms violently.
I keep going, focusing on her pretty, parted lips. I lean back, looking between us at the sweet patch of red curls at the apex of her thighs. She's dyed her hair, but this part of her is still as I remember it. I close my eyes as heat licks over my balls until my cock swells and everything tense inside me for weeks and weeks spills between Celine's thighs.