Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Give in to me,” Aleks murmured low against the shell of my ear, pushing inside me deep and hard. “Give in to me, Strings.”
I moaned, writhing against him and the bean bag and seeking every bit of contact he would give me in that moment. I reveled in the feel of him surrounding me, in his weight on me and his hands roaming all over. And when he picked up his pace, flexing into me in the perfect rhythm, I caught just the right friction over and over to make me combust.
The second orgasm was different from the first — a low burn in my belly that seemed to eat me alive. I came slowly, the waves lasting longer, my whimpering cries muffled by the bean bag as I gave in.
When the last of my climax shuddered through me, I fell limp, heaving as I gripped the bean bag and smiled against it.
“Still hate this thing?” Aleks asked with his lips curling against my skin. He was still moving inside me, flexing slowly and stretching me wide.
“I think I might need one of my own.”
He kissed my slick neck with a chuckle, helping me up from where I’d been stretched out on the bag. I was stiff and sore as he assisted me, and then his hands were in my hair, his mouth on mine, his kisses deep and promising.
“Your turn,” I mused.
“You think you can handle more?”
I scoffed, pushing on his chest until he fell back to sit on the bean bag.
“Shut up and let me ride you.” I threw his words right back at him, basking in the smirk he rewarded me with.
And then Aleks threw his hands up, repeating his sentiment from earlier. “Yes, ma’am.”
Snappy Beats
Aleks
Fucking Mia was better than any high I’d ever experienced.
It was better than a fist fight on the ice, better than scoring a goal, better than winning the Stanley Cup.
It was everything.
I told myself not to think too hard about what this meant or about what came next as Mia sauntered over to me, doing a little spin to face the windows and offering me a picturesque view of her backside. I could still taste her sweet cunt on my tongue as she pulled her hair to one side and over her shoulder, hands running down the slope of her waist and hips as I watched.
Then, she peeked at me over her shoulder and smacked her left ass cheek.
I bit my lip on a smile, soaking up every second of her feeling confident and comfortable and sexy. Because she was. God, she was sexy as hell, and I couldn’t believe I had the privilege of having her like this.
Slowly, she waved her hips from side to side, backing up a bit each time until she was between my legs. I stroked myself as I watched her, heart thrumming, cock begging for relief. It’d taken everything in me not to come the second I’d slid inside her.
Wordlessly, Mia maneuvered my legs closer together, enough so that she could climb on to straddle me.
To straddle me backward.
I hummed my approval as she smacked my hand away so she could grind against my cock, sliding her ass up and down over my shaft, her cheeks hugging and teasing me.
When I’d had enough of the foreplay, I leaned up, a squeal of surprise coming from her as I wrapped her up in my arms.
“Enough teasing,” I said against her spine. “Sit on me, baby.”
Mia reached between her legs, finding my cock and lining me up at her opening. She hissed a little when she lowered down an inch, and I groaned at the feel. She was somehow even tighter than before.
“That’s it,” I coached as she lifted and lowered again, taking more of me inside. “Nice and slow. Open up for me.”
Mia moaned when I cradled her breast in one hand, the other snaking up to grip her neck. I’d been paying attention all night, watching what she responded to, what turned her on. I knew she liked when I took control. I knew she liked that bit of pain bordering on pleasure, that gentle squeeze of my hand around her throat, the sting of a palm against her flesh.
When I rocked my hips up to meet her, plunging in deeper, she let her head fall back on a cry of ecstasy. We sat like that for a long moment, her adjusting to the feel of me and my hands exploring every inch of her. I squeezed each breast, massaging, toying with her nipples as I licked and nibbled across her back.
And then, she began to move.
She lifted, pressing weight into her heels to rise until just the tip of me was inside her before she slid back down. We groaned together at the sensation, and then my hands were at her hips, helping her ride me, picking up the pace.