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)
“You’re really unfairly beautiful, you know that?”
“I’ve never been called beautiful, but I’ll take it. Now. Bra. Off. I want to see you. I’ve dreamed about your tits for months.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “What kind of dreams?”
He cocked his head, grinning flirtatiously. “The kind where I lick, suck, and fuck every inch of them, every inch of you. They weren’t really dreams since I was awake and in the shower with my hand around my cock.”
“No wonder you came so quickly if I’ve been the star of your masturbatory fantasies for months.”
He narrowed his eyes at my teasing. “Every. Single. One. And now that I finally have you here, I’m eager to get started on the fucking every inch of you part of the fantasy.”
Since I was too, I dropped the bra.
My nipples peaked beneath his hooded stare.
It suddenly occurred to me that it was a monumental task to live up to his fantasies. How did reality measure up?
I shifted uneasily, my hands fluttering as if about to cover myself, but Baird bit out roughly, “Fuck, fantasy doesn’t even come close to how beautiful you are, My. You’re so beautiful I feel it in every part of my body, every nerve …” His hands flexed at his sides and his cock strained toward his stomach again.
The perks of being a testosterone-fueled, twenty-six-year-old athlete.
Yet, his words soothed me. “Can you just get inside me now, please?”
Baird’s answer was to swing me into his arms bridal style, my breasts bouncing with the movement. “What—” But he was practically running upstairs, and my question ended in giggles of excitement that made him laugh too.
He placed me on his bed with a gentleness that belied our eagerness. Like I was precious to him. We kissed as he fell between my open thighs. Hungry but tender kisses that made me short of breath. He trailed said kisses down my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he explored my body with his mouth and tongue and hands. He squeezed my left breast as his lips covered my right nipple. He licked and sucked until I was writhing and flushed, my hips undulating against his cock.
This pleasurable torment continued until both my nipples were swollen and red from his attention. Following a path down my stomach, Baird kissed my body until his face was buried between my thighs again.
“This pussy,” he whispered hoarsely, “is mine to worship.”
I pushed up on my elbows, my thighs falling open for him. “Bear.”
Our eyes met.
“Did he ever go down on you?”
I tensed, knowing he referred to Will. “No,” I barely wheezed the word out. “He didn’t like it.”
Baird’s eyes flashed with something like disgust but quickly softened to tenderness. “Good. Then this is mine. I love your pussy. I love the taste, the smell, the feel of you coming on my tongue. And anytime you want it, you just say the word and I will get on my knees for you, Maia MacLeod.”
I knew there was more than sexual intention in his declaration, and with my body in a heightened state of arousal, the emotions pushed hard at me.
As if Baird sensed it, his tenderness eased into a flirtatious grin. “Or I’ll lie on my back and you can ride my face. I’d enjoy the fuck out of that too.”
Arousal rippled through me, and I groaned, arching my chest, my head falling back at the imagery.
“Oh, aye, we’re definitely doing that,” he muttered before I felt the first lick of his tongue.
I cried out, my eyes flying open to watch him devour me.
It didn’t take long. I flew over the precipice, shuddering against his mouth.
“Soaked.” Baird pushed up, wiping a palm over his mouth and beard. “You’re soaked, My. For me.” His chest puffed up as he gripped his cock and gave it a stroke.
I was sprawled on my back, shaking and shivering and still needy.
I’d never experienced sex like this.
And I didn’t want it to end.
Baird rolled off the bed to march to his bedside table where he pulled out a roll of condoms. I had a brief, flickering thought about how many girls he’d been with, and I obviously didn’t wipe that thought from my expression quickly enough.
“I’m clean,” he forced out as he returned to the bed. “We get tested at work. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test.”
I nodded, grateful to him for telling me. “I’m … I haven’t been tested since Will. I’m on the pill. But I’ll get tested so we don’t have to use condoms.”
He was mid tear of the condom package when he froze, staring down at me with this renewed intensity.
“What?”
“I’ve never … I’ve never done it without a rubber.”
Oh. Oh God. Maybe I’d overstepped. “We don’t have to.”
His hot gaze raked over my body with wicked intent before eyeing between my thighs. “Oh, I want to. I … get tested soon, My. Because the thought of taking you bare … fuck.” He quickly donned protection and was suddenly over me, our chests brushing with delicious friction as he kissed me.