Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“As long as you know that when you say baby, you really mean Charisma Rossi, badass nerd girl.”
His hand clutches my hip, squeezing. “Wasn’t thinking about anybody but you, city girl.”
Sliding up and down against his jeans, I start nice and slow, my forehead pressed to him, my hands moving to his shoulders, kneading the muscles there, relearning the planes of him. We always moved so fast before.
The sound of a car makes us pause, the motor loud in the quiet room. We look at each other, releasing twin sighs of relief when it passes by.
He shifts up to give me more friction, and I gasp at the sensation from the rough fabric of his jeans, the button at the top pressing against my wet panties. I rotate my hips, sinking into him, massaging my clit against his pants. I moan.
His fingers dig into my ass. He’s going to leave bruises, and I don’t care.
I kiss his neck, breathing him in. My tongue and teeth bite at him, and he clutches me to his body, his hands moving to caress the bare skin on my back. I suck hard, memorizing the taste of him, carving it into my memory.
“Baby, baby, you got me crazy…” He’s moved his hands, cupping my breasts through my bra, paying extra attention to my piercing.
“You like that ring?” I say in his ear.
His eyes hold mine. “You know I do. Does it feel good when I touch it?”
“Yes.” I swivel my hips against his jeans, grinding. “You should get one. Just the softest touch and it sends tingles straight to my pussy.”
His lips part. “Charm…you’re killing me.”
“Then I’m doing it right,” I whisper.
He leans over to the side and fumbles to reach his back pocket, pulls out a condom and rips it open with his teeth, eyes on me.
I unzip his pants and push them as far as they’ll go, about mid-thigh, until his cock juts up. No underwear, of course. He rolls the condom on and looks at me.
He cups my face, sliding his hands into my hair. His face is flushed, his eyes hot.
He reaches down between us and moves my panties to the side with a sweep of his hand. He holds himself and gets positioned under me, but my underwear snaps back in place.
I let out a small laugh.
He laughs with me. “Damn. This isn’t going the way I wanted.”
“Fantasies work better in our heads,” I say at the same time.
He flashes that devastating smile. “Oh, this is going to work. Take those bastards off.”
I ease up from him, taking my time as I uncurl my legs from the couch. I stand up and bend over with my ass in front of him, hook my fingers in the panties, and push them down, slowly, taking my time, letting them breeze past my thighs and calves and shoes until they’re off, a scrap of lace.
I’ve lost my GD mind.
But I don’t care.
I turn around and his face is red, his chest rising rapidly. “Can you do that again? Maybe shake that ass and slap it?”
He’s teasing, and I smile and twirl them in my hands until he reaches up and snatches them, tucking my underwear in his pocket. “Mine now.”
I gasp when he picks me up and moves me back onto his lap, groaning as he rubs his length up my nub, sliding over the slickness until I’m gasping and trying to get him inside me.
“Blaze…don’t torture me.”
“Never.” He stares at me, breathing deep when he takes my hips and adjusts me, going inside just an inch or two then sliding out slowly.
“Blaze…” I arch for more.
“Wanted this for so long,” he says, sliding back in, though not nearly enough for what I want.
His lashes flutter as he pumps all the way in. Our fit is tight and we stop, both of us motionless, savoring the feel of us.
We stare at each other when he starts to move. He strokes in and out, hands on my hips, driving me, guiding me.
I clutch his hair and move with him, getting deeper, faster.
His gaze is on my lips then my eyes. He stares down at where we’re joined. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. Am I yours?”
My hands clutch his shoulders. “Yes,” I groan.
He moans and throws his head back against the couch when I swivel my hips.
A car pulls up outside and parks at the curb because the driveway spot is taken. Penelope. I watch from the window as she gets out of her car. Her classes are over. She stops to talk to Mrs. Keller, the older lady next door who just had knee surgery. They laugh at something, their voices under the window. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but she’s going to walk in—
“Not stopping, babe,” he says, his hands clenching my hips.