Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She matched me with short, desperate little gasps that spilled between us, nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks as her tongue tangled with mine. It was the kind of kiss that promised no matter how long I held her, it would never be enough.
And fuck if that didn’t make me kiss her harder.
Then she shifted in my lap restlessly, her thighs sliding against my jeans. The movement dragged her along my cock—already half-hard—and I swelled back to full thickness in seconds, blood pounding straight to the base until I was heavy, rigid, and straining inside her.
My hands bracketed her back, then slid down to cup her juicy ass, hauling her tighter against me. The angle drove me in even more, every inch of me seated inside the slick heat of my woman’s pussy. Her inner walls clenched down tight and unyielding, like a steel cable wrapped in velvet, squeezing so hard I saw a flash of white behind my eyes. Like a detonation cord burning straight through my skull.
My head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut as a guttural sound ripped out of my throat.
She gasped at the shift, the sound high and sharp, and when my hips rolled up again, my cock drove against a spot inside her that made her whole body shudder in my lap.
Every breath felt molten, dragging through lungs that couldn’t get enough air. My eyes opened, and I stared at Jana’s beautiful, ecstasy-filled face. Her freckles stood out in stark constellations against her flushed cheeks, glowing brighter with every rise and fall of her body. Strands of her red hair had come loose, sticking to her temples and floating around her face as she moved.
“Ride me, baby,” I demanded as I guided her movements, moving her harder, faster. “Move. Up and down. Good girl—let me watch those tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
She rode me like she’d been born for it, thighs gripping, every downward thrust slamming me deeper and harder until her cries filled the bay, echoing off cinderblock and steel. Her tits danced, her nipples dragging across my chest, teasing and taunting me, driving me out of my mind.
I couldn’t resist the rosy tips. I ducked my head and caught one swollen peak in my mouth, sucking hard and rough, like I could drag sounds of her pleasure straight out of her chest. She gasped and arched into me, begging without words, and her whole body trembled around my cock, milking me deeper with every clench.
“Fuck, yeah,” I rasped against her, dragging the flat of my tongue over the bud before biting down just enough to make her yelp.
Her head fell back, hair flying wild, as her nails dug into my shoulders. She shoved her chest up toward me like she couldn’t stand even an inch of space. I rolled the other nipple between my fingers, tugging and twisting until her moans became ragged, desperate, her body trembling with every bounce.
I switched sides, latching onto the other breast, sucking until her back bowed and her hips faltered, grinding down clumsily and frantically.
“Such a good girl,” I muttered against her flesh, licking the peak until she shuddered. “Ride me and let me taste you. Let me own every sound coming out of your throat.”
Her whole body shook as I alternated—mouth on one, hand on the other, teasing, pinching, and dragging sounds out of her chest that were raw and wrecked. Every cry vibrated against my tongue, and every gasp made her clench tighter around me. Until I couldn’t tell anymore if I was fucking her or if she was fucking me.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” I rasped, voice rough and jagged. My hands clamped her ass, guiding her rhythm, making sure she stayed exactly where I wanted her. “Grind that sweet pussy on my cock. Harder. Yeah, just like that—that’s it. Oh fuck, yeah. Oh fuck!”
Her nails bit into my shoulders as she followed my lead, hips rolling down and forward just the way I pushed her. My cock hit deep, perfect, and her gasp broke into a whimper that had me gritting my teeth.
“Just like that. Fucking perfect.” My growl was low and dangerous, but I praised her all the same. “Fuck yes, baby.”
Her arms locked tighter around my neck, dragging herself against me, clinging because she was just as gone as I was. The praise lit her up—made her move harder, faster, abandoning every ounce of caution she’d clung to before. She rode me with pure abandon now, a blur of wild thrusts and frantic grinds chasing the edge I was holding her over, giving herself to the rhythm I demanded. Every rise and fall of her body on my dick pushed us both closer to the brink.
My hands clamped down on her hips, dragging her onto my cock harder and deeper. Until her cries turned to broken gasps of my name. Over and over, sharp little pleas that stripped what was left of my consciousness.