Total pages in book: 5
Estimated words: 3989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 20(@200wpm)___ 16(@250wpm)___ 13(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 3989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 20(@200wpm)___ 16(@250wpm)___ 13(@300wpm)
“Wait just five more minutes, Rose.”
“I don’t want to wait.” Her protest is adorable, but there’s no way this driver is getting a show.
“You’re killing me,” I groan and decide I should satisfy her before I come undone and take her right here.
With my fingers spearing through her gorgeous blonde locks, I mold my lips against hers, stealing her surprise gasp and loving the soft moan of pleasure she gives me when I kiss her again. Her fingers play along the back of my neck, her tongue dancing with mine and I make sure to keep my hands right where they are on the small of her waist. One move, and I swear I won’t be able to stop.
I’ve never been so relieved to hear a cab driver tell me “we’re here” and hand over the cash.
Rose’s cheeks are a gorgeous hue of pink that travels down to her chest.
Griffin’s not here when I unlock the apartment door. She’s in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles hooked behind me with her heels digging into my ass before I can even kick the door shut behind me.
This girl knows what she wants and I’ve never been so eager to give it to her, to satisfy every sordid thought I know she had back at the bar.
I don’t bother turning on the lights to Griffin’s bachelor apartment, barren of everything that makes a home a home considering his student budget.
She doesn’t need to see any of this place, she doesn’t want to either. All she wants is to get in bed and as I kick my shoes off, our lips still locked in place, I’m just fine with that.
Her ass fits perfectly in my palms, but this damn dress is in the way.
My desire to shred it is only tamed by the fact that I know this is all she has to wear when this is over and I sure as shit know Griffin doesn’t have any chick’s clothes here.
When I toss her on the bed, the faded light shining through the slits in the blinds and casting the most beautiful shadows along the curves of her neck and breasts, she takes in a deep inhale, arching her back like she’s been deprived of breath all the while.
That’s when I realize the heavy rising and falling of my own chest, and sharp need to be buried inside of her that overrides any other sane thought that might come to me.
My jeans are off, my shirt ripped over my head and tossed carelessly on the floor in seconds. Her dress and lace underwear are quick to join my pile of clothes.
“I love the way your hands feel,” she moans as I cup her breast in my hand. Her chest is small but full and when I run the pad my thumb over her hardened peaks, her head falls back, her lips part just slightly and her eyes close. I let her lose herself in the pleasure I give her, skimming my hands over her body, kissing every inch of her until I find her hot and glistening between her thighs.
With my breathing finally calm again, and hers ragged as she lays under me, I pump my cock once in my hand to get her attention. Her eyes go wide and that seems to wake her up.
She doesn’t say anything, but her gaze doesn’t leave my length and she stills on the bed.
Fuck. That is not a good sign.
“You alright?” I ask her realizing something is very fucking wrong right now. Please don’t back out. Please, for the love of all things holy, I need to be inside this woman more than I need to breathe.
Licking her lower lip, her body relaxes only slightly when she looks up at me and says, “You’re… you’re really big.” I don’t break her hazel stare.
“I’ll go slow.”
She nods and gets settled, the sheets rustling as she lays down, far more aware than I think she’s been all night.
Nestling my hips between her thighs, she spreads her legs wider for me. The first kiss I give her is in the crook of her neck, that spot I was dying to kiss before. With the head of my dick pressing against her warmth, I let the tip of my nose run up her neck and take my time kissing her again.
The warmth comes back to her body, every small touch bringing her closer and closer to the edge of writhing under me. I nip her lower lip and she kisses me desperately.
That’s my cue to enter her in a swift but slow, deep stroke. I stare down at her as I push all of myself into her. Her nails dig into my back, her reddened lips, swollen from kissing me, making a beautiful little “o”.
And her gaze stays on mine as her heart pounds in time with mine. I stay that way, letting her stretch and get adjusted until she finally breathes again. It takes longer than I thought it would, but every second is worth it.