Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Baird’s hands tightened on my waist as he stared down at my naked lower half, chest heaving, cheeks slightly flushed. He squeezed his eyes closed as if he was in pain.
“Bear?”
He shook his head. “I just … I’m, like, right at my edge. This has never happened before.”
A glance at his crotch revealed his cock was pushing, probably painfully, against the zipper of his jeans. He still had his eyes closed.
“What do you mean?”
He huffed and the noise sounded almost a little … embarrassed. “I mean … I’m about to fucking come in my boxers.” His eyes flashed open, his expression mortified. “Because it’s you. I didn’t know … sex would feel so much more … more … when I felt about a woman the way I feel about you.” He laughed, a short, harsh sound. “And now the one woman I want to impress, I’m about to fucking humiliate myself in front of.”
This explosion of feeling bloomed across my chest.
Tenderness. Awe. Smugness.
I pretty much felt like the sexiest woman in the world right now.
So I told him that.
Baird’s eyes flared. “Really?”
“Baird McMillan, heartbreaker and sex aficionado, just told me that he’s so excited to be with me he can’t control himself. Not embarrassing. I’m flattered beyond belief.” I reached for the zipper on his jeans, and he covered my hands to stop me. “Trust me,” I whispered. “We just need to take the edge off.”
“Maia.” His chest heaved again on a shuddering breath, but he let go of my hand so I could pull the zipper down on his jeans. For my sake, I tugged his T-shirt up and he raised his arms so we could whip it off. I bit my lip, taking in his beautiful torso and all the stunning ink tattooed up his arm and across his upper chest and throat.
“You looking at me like that is not helping,” he gritted out.
Biting back a smile, I quickly shoved his jeans and boxers down until his cock bobbed out.
I gasped.
Baird was a big guy and I’d seen the shape of him through his swim shorts. Minutes ago, I’d felt his hardness against me. But I was still taken aback by the size of his cock and equal parts terrified and excited about the thought of it inside me. Will hadn’t been huge, but he had girth, and that’s what really mattered.
Baird had it all.
I was pretty sure dildo companies would want to make molds of what he was packing in his football shorts.
Right now, his cock was so hard it was an angry purple red with precum dripping from the tip. The veins popped along it, and it was visibly throbbing.
“Now I think I might come,” I whispered without thinking.
“Fuck!” Baird huffed out as more precum released from his tip.
“You’re … huge.”
“Aye, not helping.” He squeezed his eyes closed.
I wrapped my palm around him and his eyes flew open. “My!”
He pulsed against my skin, hot and smooth, stiff and hard. Wetness flooded between my thighs, thinking about him inside me. “You’re going to come,” I panted. “Like I said, take the edge off.”
Baird stumbled forward, forcing me back against the wall as his hands braced on either side of my head, his lips inches from mine. “Expect me to come in two point four seconds.”
I let out a little moan as I gave his cock a hard jerk.
“Oh fuck …” He panted against my lips, eyes holding mine. “Say my name, My.”
“Baird.” My lips feathered over his. “Baird.” I tugged again.
His cock throbbed and he let out a rough cry as he climaxed. His sticky cum flooded over my fingers as he shuddered against me, his forehead on my shoulder as he shook through his orgasm.
I think I might have had another mini one.
His cock only semi softened and I gently released him.
Baird slowly lifted his head from my shoulder to study my face. There was that awe again and maybe a little bit of wary confusion.
“Feel good?” I whispered.
He nodded as determination etched into his features. “Give me a minute to get hard again.”
I grinned as he pushed away, and we both looked down to find cum splattered all over my T-shirt. “Well, that definitely needs washed now,” I joked as I wiped my hand on a clean area.
“Lift your arms.”
At his gruff command, I did just that. He pulled the fabric away from me so it wouldn’t touch my face as he lifted it over my head.
“Bra off.” His eyes were hot as he threw the T-shirt next to his discarded clothes.
I unclipped it but didn’t take it off, gaze roaming over him and his own cum-splattered jeans. “You next.”
He kicked off his trainers and shoved his jeans and boxers down, revealing his thickly muscled thighs and carved calves. There was faded bruises up his right side from his motorcycle incident but they did nothing to mar how perfect I thought he was.