Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I spent a few minutes exploring, touching her this way and that, changing the angle of my head, adding another finger, flicking her faster with my tongue.
But while she seemed to be enjoying everything I was doing, I struggled to find that one enchanted little place that would unlock her pleasure.
And then.
I tipped her hips up slightly, which somehow allowed me to go a little deeper. I felt her insides grow tighter. I sucked a little harder. I felt her hands move into my hair and sensed victory closing in.
“Oh, my God,” she panted. “The party. It’s right there. It’s right there in the next room. I’m so close.”
Party in the next room?
I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but I’m so close was a very promising development.
“The door—oh God, Devlin, the door. It’s opening. It’s fucking opening. I can go in. I can go in! Fuck yes, I’m going in!”
Door?
I’d never been more confused in my life, but her hands tightened in my hair, her insides clenched around my fingers, and a moment later she cried out in ecstasy as the pulse of her climax beat like a drum against my tongue.
I didn’t stop until she begged me to.
“Oh my goodness,” she breathed as I wiped my mouth on my sleeve. “It worked. You did it. You solved the case of my missing O.”
I laughed. “It was there all along. I just had to find it.”
“You went in deep. I admire your dedication. And you definitely have talent. I mean . . .” Her entire body shivered with an aftershock. “A-plus. No notes.”
“When I commit to something, I commit hard.” Speaking of hard, my cock was like granite. I adjusted myself, and she noticed.
“So those fifteen minutes.” She leaned back on her elbows again. “Are there more where those came from?”
My thigh muscles tensed. “As many as you want.”
She reached out and curled a hand into my shirt. “Good. I want more.”
“Right here, right now?” This cramped space would not be conducive to my best moves, but if she wanted me to fuck her right here, right now, the answer was can do.
“Yes,” she said. Now she was reaching for the button on my jeans. Tugging down the zipper. Yanking them down my hips. My erection sprang free and she wrapped her hand around it, worked her fist up and down my shaft. “Oh, God. It’s been so long.”
My thoughts exactly.
In fact, it had been so long since I’d had a woman’s eager hands on me, I was slightly worried I’d embarrass myself. I shoved my hand into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet, fumbling around until I located the condom and tore it open. I rolled it on in record time and pitched forward, positioning myself between her legs.
We both moaned as I slid inside her. She was hot and snug and wet, and I wanted to take my time and go slow, I really did, but she immediately grabbed my ass and pulled me in deep. Wrapped her legs around me. Began to rock her hips beneath mine.
I lost my mind—I couldn’t help it.
In no time at all, I was driving into her like a wild animal, primitive and predatory, frustrated by the way my thighs were shackled by my jeans. The interior of the Chevy was stiflingly hot, and the windows steamed up within minutes. Her sultry-sweet perfume emanated from her warm skin. I felt like a teenager, desperately hoping to impress this girl he was fucking like a maniac in the backseat of his car, but unable to rein in the testosterone hurricane that was crashing through my body. And I know I moved like one—fast and frenzied, a chest-heaving, teeth-gnashing, hip-thrusting fuck-hammer with no control or finesse whatsoever. I hated myself for it—but I couldn’t stop.
And the crazy thing was, she seemed to like it. She yanked at my shirt, and a button popped. She raked her nails through my hair and across my back. She filled her hands with my ass and dug her fingers into my flesh. She panted and gasped and said my favorite word—yes—over and over again.
I was close—too close. Determined to make this good for her, I summoned all my willpower and forced myself to quit the jackhammering and tune in to her needs. Lifting myself off her chest, I snuck a hand between us and used my thumb on her clit, keeping my cock buried inside her.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. Her eyes were squeezed shut. “I’m there. I’m right there again. The door is opening. I don’t know how you’re doing it.”
“Don’t worry about how.” Also hovering at the edge, I was more worried about when.
“Devlin.” Her eyes flew open and her hands clutched at my shirt. “I don’t even know you,” she panted. “Are you—are you a good person?”