Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Who—” I swallow, eyes burning into his, the heat between us reaching a boiling point as his hand tightens on my waist, the other flat against the wall next to me as he leans close.
“Who are you?”
His eyes spark, and that same wicked grin creeps over his gorgeous lips and jaw.
“Does it matter?”
“No,” I barely gasp out before our lips crush tougher in the fiercest, wildest, hottest kiss I’ve ever felt in my life. I moan into him, my mouth opening eagerly for his demanding tongue as his rock-hard body presses to mine. The hand at my waist slides down to cup my ass, squeezing it like it belongs to him and bringing another whimpered moan to my lips. He slides it down the back of my thigh, lifting my leg until I gasp and hook it around his muscled waist. He grinds against me, and I kiss him even more eagerly as I feel the thick, throbbing bulge in his jeans between my legs.
His hand slides back up my thigh, teasing its way to the inside, until with a whimper and a gasping moan, I feel his big fingers stroke against the slick, wet gusset of my panties, teasing my aching pussy right through the material. He growls into the kiss, and when his fingers slip under the lacy edge of my panties, and stroke possessively over my bare lips, I know I’m going to let him do anything he wants to me and love every fucking second of it.
I pull back for one second, our eyes locking before mine dart over his gorgeous face. Dark hair, a perfect amount of stubble on his strong, chiseled jaw, and those piercing blue eyes that take my breath away. And he’s young. Up close, he’s definitely younger than me.
I pause, biting my lip and moaning as his fingers spread my lips. One teases over me, making me gasp and that groan in pleasure as it rolls over my clit.
“Wait, how—”
My eyes flutter shut in pleasure as he teases my clit, my voice failing.
“…How old are you?” I manage to gasp out quietly as my hands drop to his belt, tugging at it eagerly as his lips tease over my neck.
“Old enough,” he growls into my ear, making me moan as his breath teases over me.
“How old—”
“Old enough to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, beautiful.”
His lips find mine, our mouths sear together, and when I yank at his zipper and feel his fingers start to curl deep inside of me, I already know I’m lost.
Hopelessly, willingly, achingly lost.
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Emily
His tongue swirls with mine, and I moan as I feel the rippling muscles of his abs flexing under my fingers as they rake over his skin. I yank at his buckle, a million “what are you doings” screaming through my head. But I push them all away as my hands slip lower to his zipper.
What I’m doing is crazy, but maybe that’s exactly what I need right now. I need some crazy. I need some bad decisions.
…I need the man with the gorgeous, piercing blue eyes and the abs off of Zac Efron pinning me to the wall of the alley while he kisses me like no one’s ever kissed me before.
His fingers ease into my pussy, curling deep and stroking against that magic spot just inside. I cry out, whimpering into his mouth as I eagerly yank down his zipper. I push my hands into his jeans, but when I feel the huge bulge throbbing against the cotton of his boxers, a thrill of heat blazes through me.
Holy fuck.
I swallow, panting into his lips as my fingers trace the edge of his boxers, before finally sliding in. They trace down the grooves of his lower abs, following the treasure trail of hair down lower, and lower as my pulse thunders through me and my stranger growls into my lips. His palm grinds against my clit, making me wetter and wetter until my panties and his hand are soaked in my arousal.
My hands push lower, skimming his boxers and jeans down over his hips, until suddenly, my fingers find what I’ve been looking for.
…My pulse skips.
Good. Freaking. Lord.
He’s huge. Well, thick, that’s for freaking sure. I tremble as my hand goes to circle his cock, realizing my fingers don’t even touch. He growls into me, his big fingers slipping in and out of me so perfectly as my own hand slides down his fat cock. And down. And down, until with a moan, my fingers finally find the head of him.
Okay, not just thick. Thick and so fucking long.
His hand moves to his jeans, helping me push them down until his big dick springs out to slap hotly against my thigh. I whimper, my hand finding him again and stroking him against my skin. I can feel the sticky hot drips of his precum on my thigh, and when he pushes between my legs, I willingly pull him in.