Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“You want my cock?”
“Does it look like I want it?” I responded, pushing my ass back further onto his fingers and moaning all over again in the process.
“Looks like you can’t help yourself around me. Like you can’t stand the idea of me being around you for two months unless you take my cock on night one. You look fucking desperate.”
“And you’re just as desperate to claim me.”
“Come on,” he said. “I already have.”
He pushed his fingers just a little deeper, stroking against the spot inside me that felt so fucking good I didn’t stand a chance at replying. Earlier, I’d wondered if his egotistical attitude might all just be bluffing, but…
It wasn’t.
He was delivering. And it would piss me off if it didn’t feel so damned good.
Why do I want someone I don’t want?
Add it to the list of things I didn’t understand.
I bucked backward along his fingers in a slow rhythm, getting used to the stretch. I arched my back a little, trying to get him deeper, craving more.
“Give me your cock,” I uttered, my voice coming out just as desperate as before.
“Told you. You fucking want it,” he said in a low whisper.
“Yes.”
All at once he pulled his fingers out from inside me. I missed the feeling instantly. The sensation of being filled up, especially by a person who couldn’t stand me.
His hands landed on my hips and he turned me around to face him.
“On your knees.”
“But—”
“Get on your knees, Peachel.”
CHAPTER 4
GRAY
Only thing worse than wanting the guy who has everything?
Giving the guy who has everything exactly what he wants.
I had Andrew Peachel in the palm of my fucking hand, quite literally. And I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
He dropped to his knees for me in front of the dresser, looking up at me with those brown eyes, waiting for me to tell him what to do.
So fucking good.
My belt was hanging open, along with the zipper on my fly. I’d undone it earlier, then gotten distracted by his perfect, tight ass.
“Take it off,” I said, nodding down. “Use your teeth.”
He gave me a look like he didn’t know if I was serious or not, but I just stared down at him.
Those lashes.
That little dusting of freckles beneath his eyes that for some reason was enough to make my dick ache under my pants.
I watched as the star football player leaned in for me, on his knees, and gingerly closed his teeth around one end of my belt, starting to pull it out. He slid it out through all of my belt loops, then tossed it onto the ground.
“Now my pants.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
“Do it. You know you’re going to.”
Pleasure shot through me as I watched him lean forward again. His teeth closed around the open waistband of my jeans. He tugged it downward, struggling a little as it hit my hips.
Now, I’m usually a patient person.
But seeing his face that close to my cock while he was doing everything I told him to do?
I got a little impatient. My bad.
I latched my thumbs under my waistband and shoved down my pants and briefs, pushing them down in one motion and stripping them off.
The look in his eyes when my cock bobbed free was worth everything I’d done tonight.
“You want my cock?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Well, you can’t always get what you want.”
I pushed the tip of my cock against his plush lips. He opened his mouth to me, his tongue sliding along the underside.
I pulled it out and he cursed softly under his breath. “You piss me off. You know that?”
“You’ve wanted me since we were in the same summer class,” I said.
I saw his eyes widen for a moment.
“You surprised I remember?” I teased him.
“I didn’t think you even knew I existed in that class. Not like I participated much. Unlike you, teacher’s pet. Up in the front row. Answering every question.”
“You’re talking too much,” I said, stepping forward again to push my cock between his lips.
I kept waiting for him to shove me away.
But instead, every time my cock touched his lips, he took it like it was a gift.
It felt so fucking good it drove me crazy. He flicked his tongue along the ridge of my tip and then slid downward, taking me nearly to his throat and bottoming out.
“You look like a pompous prick out on the field, but God, I like how you look with my cock in your mouth,” I said in a low tone.
I slowly pumped my cock along his tongue a few times, and when he moaned a little I throbbed in his mouth. I enjoyed that too much.
I slid my cock out, taking a sharp breath in.
I bent over.
I dipped low, low enough to put my lips right next to his ear.
He smelled good. Some sort of spiced shampoo, clean and fresh just how he liked it. I laced my fingertips through his hair again, giving it a tug because I could tell he liked that, too.