Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I dip my face between her thighs and eat her pussy, licking and sucking, devouring it like it’s the first sweet I’ve had after a six-year diet. I flick her clit softly—just enough so she feels it but not enough to get her off. I work her up higher and higher until she’s begging and pleading for her release, and then I give her what she wants. She screams my name as she writhes under me, shaking as she orgasms all over my face and fingers.
I’ve been with a lot of women over the years, but Kaylee is the only woman I’ve ever gone down on. Those other women were about losing myself in and getting off. This is intimate, personal, and she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to be this close to.
When she comes down from her high, she sits up and reaches for my pants. “Now, it’s my turn,” she says, leaving no room for argument as she pushes me onto my back and tugs my pants and boxer briefs down. When my dick juts out, her eyes go wide.
“You’re...” Her gaze flicks from my dick to my face and back to my dick again.
“Pierced? Yeah.” I smirk, knowing it’s one of her favorite things in a book. When we were together, she’d read raunchy as fuck romance and always said she loved when the guy was pierced. She begged me quite a few times to do it, but it would’ve meant going weeks without being inside her, and no way was that happening.
She glides her hand gently over my shaft where the piercings are. There are two horizontal bars pierced through the bottom of my shaft. They’re not big, just enough to add pleasure to sex.
“Will I be able to feel them through the condom?” she asks curiously, but my mind stops on the word condom. Kaylee and I never used condoms, ever. She was on birth control, and I wanted to feel every part of her. But now, she’s implying we’re going to use one?
“You don’t really think I’m going to use a condom with you, do you?” I ask, taking her hand and tightening it around my dick. I stroke it up and down, showing her that she doesn’t have to be gentle. I’ve had these piercings for years, and unless someone were to tug hard on them, they’re good.
“You’ve been with other women...”
“And you’ve been with other men. But I’ve been tested, and I’m clean. And I know damn well you wouldn’t risk fucking anyone without a condom but me.”
Without giving her a chance to argue, I pull her on top of me to straddle my thighs and then lift her onto my dick. She takes me in, inch by inch, moaning as the piercings rub against her inner walls. When she’s completely full, I close my eyes, needing a moment to get my shit together because regardless of all the pussy I’ve had over the years, nobody, and I mean nobody, feels the way Kaylee feels—like motherfucking home.
Her hands rest on my chest, and she starts to move up and down, using me to find her pleasure. I open my eyes, watching as her blond hair curtains around us, and her mouth parts slightly, releasing the sexiest damn moan.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I ask as she grinds her pelvis against me, stroking her clit while riding me. With her bra still intact, her tits are trussed up, bouncing up and down in tandem with her movements.
She smiles down at me, not denying it, and I grab the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine for a hard kiss. I fuck her mouth with my tongue while she fucks me. And as we both find our release, I know that despite how fucking mad I am at her for what she’s done, for all the years we’ve lost, there’s no one like her, and there never will be. Now I just have to decide what to do with that.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KAYLEE
One minute, Braxton was glaring my way, and the next, he was throwing me over his shoulder, full-on caveman style. I expected the sex to be selfish and for him to take. God knows I wouldn’t have blamed him. What I wasn’t expecting was for the old Braxton to appear, the one who always made sure I was taken care of several times before he even considered getting off. Unlike when we were younger, when we were learning our own bodies as well as each other’s, he played mine like the strings of his guitar with such expertise, it made every guy I’ve been with over the years look like amateurs.
I should be resentful that part of the reason he’s so fluent in the body language of a woman is because he’s been with other women, and I am to an extent, but as he pulled me on top of him and I rode him while he fucked my mouth, I felt it, that spark, that chemistry, and I know he did too. I could see it in his eyes. He can fuck as many women as he wants, but none of them will replace what we have.