Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
So good.
So good.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chanted, moving one hand to the back of his head, feeling the warm smoothness and quivering from top to toe.
I pushed him to me.
His mouth closed over me and he drew, hard.
So good.
“Mo,” I moaned.
His mouth disappeared, I felt his finger hook in the gusset of my panties and my legs were forced back together and straight up as he got on his knees and tore my panties off.
He tossed them away, caught my legs at the calves, separated them and let them fall to his sides.
I stared up at him as he dug into his back pocket for his wallet.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Wallet out, eyes locked on mine, he dropped it to the bed and his hands went to his belt.
“Yes,” I panted.
The metallic noise of the clip buckle releasing gave me another quiver. The sound of his zip going down made me start to shiver. The movement of his arms which meant he was putting his hands to his waistband and was about to do the reveal made my eyes drop.
His cargos went to his beefy thighs and his massive, rock-hard cock sprang out from a thick bed of dark hair.
Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes.
God loved me.
“Hurry,” I begged.
I watched him roll the condom halfway on before my gaze cut up to his face.
“Hurry!” I snapped.
He fell forward and I almost shouted, Hallelujah!
But he caught himself in a hand beside me, straight arm, holding himself away from me.
“Mo!” I cried.
His hand went between my legs, two fingers gliding tight over my clit then driving right inside.
Oh yeah.
I fell fully to my back, closed my eyes, lifted my knees, and reached to him.
Hard muscle, sleek, hot skin.
Beautiful.
I opened my eyes as he started to stroke. “You need to get inside me.”
“And you need to be ready, baby,” he said low, his voice tight.
“I think you can feel I’m ready for you, honey,” I pointed out.
I wasn’t wet.
I felt it.
I was slippery.
He separated his fingers inside me and dragged them out.
My eyes rolled back into my head and my fingers dug into his sides.
He withdrew and gently rolled my clit.
I looked at him again, fingertips compulsively clutching his flesh. “Mo, please.”
“Slow,” he said.
Had he lost his mind?
We’d been waiting a hundred years!
“Not slow,” I replied.
His fingers left me, and I felt why when he guided the head of his cock to me.
“Oh yeah,” I breathed.
He slid in, stretching me. I took the head and then he rocked, giving me just that.
I glided my hands to his pecs and held on. “More, Mo. Come inside.”
He gave me another couple of inches, opening me, filling me, then no more and he again rocked, giving me only that.
The wide stretch affected my clit, the gentle rub pure, delicious agony.
“Mo, baby,” I pleaded.
“I’m a lot.”
Through the haze, I focused on him and saw the strain, the sweat breaking out, the harshness in his face, the dark hunger in his gaze.
I reached up, grasped onto his thick neck, pulled myself up and stared in his eyes.
“I don’t care, Mo. I want it all.”
He gave me more, not all of him, and again rocked.
“Baby,” I whispered, swinging my feet in so I could dig my heels into his ass.
God, his ass felt good, his cock felt good, the rest of him was just hot.
I needed him inside.
“Lottie, you aren’t helping,” he gritted.
“I’m trying to,” I snapped.
“Baby—”
“Mo.”
“Sweetheart.”
I seized his jaw in both hands. “Mo!”
He stared in my eyes, then dropped to his elbow, and with a powerful surge, I took all of him.
He’d filled me.
I had him.
He was finally all mine.
I arched up into him, the long, low moan from my throat slinking around the room like a cat as I dug my heels in, wrapped my arms as far around him as they could get, and I clutched him tight with my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
And we were off.
He drove into me and I held on.
He moved faster and harder and I held on tighter.
When I started coming, a magnificent occurrence that didn’t take long, I dug my nails in and called his name.
I got his thumb on my clit.
And I went flying, clawing at his skin, wrapping my legs around him so I was holding his ass with my calves, moaning his name over and over like an incantation.
I kept coming and I kept coming and only when the fingers of both my hands found the back of his neck and head and held on did his thumb go away.
But he dug his arm under me and clamped it around my waist to hold me stationary so I could take his thrusts and he didn’t fuck me into the headboard as his deep, fast, hot rhythm went super-charged and my powerhouse lost all control.
Oh yeah.
I liked it like that.