Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I shove that thought from my brain before it can do permanent damage.
When I remain motionless, she lifts her head and opens her eyes until our gazes can lock.
“Should I stop?” I rasp.
“Don’t you dare.”
The throaty response does the impossible and has my lips lifting into a slight smile.
That’s all the encouragement I need to flick open the button before dragging down the zipper. The grind of metal teeth breaks the silence of the garage. Once the material loosens, I work it over the rounded curve of her hips. She braces on her elbows, lifting her ass off the counter until the material puddles around her ankles and she’s able to kick it away.
And then she’s left in nothing more than pale blue panties.
Instead of delving in and shredding the fabric the way every instinct is urging me to do, I give myself a moment to take in the pretty picture she makes, lounging practically naked on the counter of my garage as bright sunlight pours in from the open door. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more gorgeous than Poppy. The lust filling her heavy-lidded eyes only fuels my own.
Unable to wait a second longer, I slip my fingers beneath the elastic band and lower it. Part of me wants to tear the panties away until she’s completely bared to my sight. But I can’t deny there’s something delicious about drawing out this moment.
The anticipation.
The thrill.
The way my pulse picks up tempo as my fingers tremble from the need rushing through my veins. It’s like unwrapping a highly anticipated present at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning.
The toy you just knew would be fucking amazing.
That’s exactly what this feels like.
I lower the cottony material, revealing her pussy one gorgeous inch at a time. When the thin fabric is wrapped around her thighs, impatience bursts inside me and I yank it away with a growl, leaving her naked.
My fingers settle on each ankle before gliding upward, stroking over well-defined calves along with the delicate flesh hidden behind her knees. A handful of seconds later, I finally reach her inner thighs. The need to glimpse all of her pounds through me as I flatten my palms against her soft skin and press her legs apart until she’s stretched wide.
Air leaks painfully from my lungs.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as stunning in my entire life. When I run the pad of my thumb from the top of her slit to the very bottom, she arches into my touch, seeking out more.
So.
Damn.
Responsive.
Barely have I touched her, and she’s already slick with arousal.
A tortured sound escapes from me as I give her pussy a long lap, retracing the path of my thumb before circling her clit with my tongue. With a moan, she tilts her pelvis, silently begging for more.
Repeating the maneuver, I dip inside her heat.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” I groan, wondering how I’ll ever get enough to satisfy my cravings. It doesn’t seem possible. All I want to do is bury my face against her pussy and not come up for days.
Weeks.
Months.
My hands are positioned against her inner thighs to hold them apart. The thumbs touch the outer edges of her lips, pulling the soft flesh wider, opening her up until I can see and lick every delicate pink inch.
Her breath hitches as her muscles tense, turning impossibly tight.
Trying to keep all of my baser instincts under strict lock and key shreds my willpower. I’ve always prided myself on my determination, but this girl is showing me that it’s nothing more than a paper-thin façade. Instead of attacking her flesh, I keep every lick, every caress at a steady tempo, knowing it’s what will have her splintering apart before exploding.
I’m not wrong.
It doesn’t take more than thirty seconds before she’s crying out, her pussy spasming with pleasure. Her inner muscles contract, shuddering around me as I spear my tongue deep inside her body. With my face buried against her heat, I lick the damp flesh until her orgasm dissipates and her muscles turn slack. Only then do I lift my head and meet her dazed expression.
My dick is harder than steel with the need to bury myself balls deep inside her body. One touch and I’ll come undone. Straightening to my full height, I flick open the button of my jeans and lower the zipper.
A condom.
I don’t have one.
Fuck!
Usually I carry one in my wallet but didn’t bring it out to the barn.
I mean…why would I?
It’s not like I planned for this to happen. I sure as shit don’t keep rubbers in here on the off chance a gorgeous woman might saunter in and we end up fucking on the counter. In the past, if one did so happen to wander into my workspace, I’ve been quick to send them on their merry little way.