Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Damn it all to hell, she’s sexy.
“This is me giving you what you asked for. But tomorrow, we pretend like it never happened. No running from me.”
“Yes. Okay. Yes,” she says, grinding a little harder.
I still don’t know how intoxicated she is. She seems as though she knows what she’s asking for, but I still can’t let things go too far. I can give her what she needs. Can I give her what she’s asking of me without crossing the point of no return? Sure, I’ll be fisting my cock in the shower as soon as she falls back asleep, but I’m okay with that.
“Stand up, angel. I need these jeans off.” The words are barely out of my mouth before she scrambles off the couch and quickly shimmies out of her painted-on jeans. “Panties too.” She doesn’t say a word while doing as I ask. “Lose it all.” I’m pretty certain this is a onetime thing. No way in hell am I passing up the chance to see all of her. I’m a gentleman, but I’m also a man in front of every man’s fantasy. I’m cashing in on seeing all of her.
Doing as I ask, she strips down to nothing and stands before me, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath she pulls into her lungs. Her hands hang at her sides.
“Come back to me.”
“What about you?” she asks.
“Tonight is all about you, Stel.”
She accepts my answer and straddles my hips. I’m in a pair of thin basketball shorts that do nothing to conceal how turned on I am. My hands land on her hips, and I tug her down so she can feel what she does to me.
“Mav,” she moans.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes. Yes.” Her head bounces up and down with her words, both showing and telling me she’s on board.
Lifting my hands, I test the weight of her breasts in each palm while tracing the pad of my thumb over her nipples.
“W-What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the hell out of this moment.” Leaning forward, I suck a hard nipple into my mouth, and she groans, arching her back, giving me better access. I don’t know how long I play with her tits. Long enough to give them both equal attention and long enough to feel her pussy soaking my shorts.
She runs her finger through my hair, gripping the strands, holding my body close to hers. “Your skin is so soft,” I murmur as I trail my index finger from the valley of her breasts and over her quivering belly. I don’t stop until I’m running that long digit through her folds, witnessing how turned on she is.
For me.
“All for me?” I ask. I know it is. We both do, but I ask the question anyway.
“For you,” she answers.
“What do you want, angel? My hands or my mouth?”
She rocks against my cock. “This.”
“Not tonight.” I can’t believe those words are leaving my mouth, but I know it’s the right choice. If we ever make it to a moment like this again sometime in the future, and she’s completely sober, I’ll give her anything she wants. Right now, tonight, she only has two options. Leaning in, I trail kisses down her neck while my index finger still explores her wet pussy. “Choose, Stella.”
“Hands. I need… a part of you inside me.”
I don’t bother to tell her my tongue would be inside her had she chosen my mouth. I’m too worked up to be rational. I want her to come apart for me, just as badly as she wants to fall apart.
I tap her ass. “Lift for me. Up on your knees.”
She does as I ask, and I immediately slide one finger inside her. She moans and falls forward, gripping my shoulders. “That—never had that.”
I don’t stop moving my hand as I question her. “What do you mean?”
“Never felt this good.”
My brain spirals. “Stella, how many men have you been with?”
“One—one time. Ada—” she says, her voice breaking on a moan.
This is not a conversation we need to have right now, but I file this information away for another time. Should I be in this position again, we will talk about that little nugget of information she just dropped on me.
“Tell me if this is too much.” I pull my hand out and add another digit.
“No. Not too much.”
“Good.” I slowly work my fingers in and out of her. She’s tight as fuck. My cock aches to be inside her, but I push my needs down, far, far down, as I focus on giving this beauty what she needs.
“Fuck my hand, angel. Ride it. Take what you need.”
“I—I can’t do that.”
“You can. Roll your hips.” I help guide her with my free hand, and it only takes a few seconds before she takes over. I curl my fingers, and she moans. It’s a deep, throaty sound that fills the room.