Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“A touch can consist of a punch to the face or a tickle. I’m not sure it’s so simple.”
“I promise not to punch you. Any touch would simply be for pleasure. You can withdraw your consent at any time.”
If she hesitated any longer, everyone on that blanket might soon be done.
“Okay.”
Hot damn. Deep down he wasn’t expecting her to agree, but was pleased to see she was open to trying new things as well as new people.
Hooking an arm around the front of her shoulders, he pulled her into him, pressing his chest to her back. It wasn’t the only thing pressing into her. His cock was hard and he wouldn’t bother to hide that fact. “Prepare to be impressed. And yes, that was cocky.” Her body shaking against him with silent laughter made him smile.
Now he needed to get to work impressing her and make sure she agreed for him to be her personal guide. He was convinced the amount of work he was willing to put in would be worth it when it came to the resulting rewards.
With the tip of his tongue, he traced the delicate outer edge of her ear, then sucked her earlobe for a few seconds before whispering, “See your man there? We’ll call him Jack for the moment. Jack’s face isn’t buried between her legs, it’s buried between yours. The tip of his tongue is flicking your clit, his thick fingers are driving in and out of your sopping wet pussy. That scruff is scraping your inner thighs, turning them the slightest shade of pink. Him eating you out will bring about your first orgasm of the day, but it won’t be your last. Lean back against me and put yourself in that redhead’s place. Do you feel his mouth on you?”
She dropped her head back until it rested on his chest. With her leaning back against him, he could see the front of her a lot easier.
“Yesss,” she breathed.
Her shirt also gaped enough so he could see her nipples punching through her tank top. He would get to them soon.
But first, Dayne needed to ignore the fact that another man had Jack’s ass cheeks spread wide and was eating him out at the same time Jack ate the redheaded woman’s cunt. He wasn’t sure if eating ass would be a turn-on or turn-off for Cara, but it definitely was a turn-on for Dayne. If he didn’t block it from his mind, he might just come hands-free in his jeans.
He needed to concentrate on the woman in front of him. Assure her that not all men were useless in bed. Or by a lake.
“Your shirt is long enough it’ll hide what I’m about to do from everyone else, so don’t worry.”
After she nodded slightly, he slipped one hand under the bottom of her loose knit top and found the button to her jeans, thumbing it open and sliding the zipper down slowly. “You okay?”
Another barely visible nod. But she didn’t tense up or tell him to stop. In fact, she melted back against him even more.
Once her jeans were open, he ran a finger along the elastic waistband of her panties before slipping his hand under them and down even further. Her smooth skin was soft and warm. He took a few moments to stroke the hair above her pussy, and while he did, he slipped his other hand under her tank top and up toward her breasts.
Her stomach quivered, but again, she didn’t stop him.
The tips of his fingers brushed against the bottom of her bra. That bra was a nuisance and needed to go.
But he had to pick his battles and ripping off her clothes while they stood in the grass with a group of people nearby wouldn’t be smart. It could very well spook her.
Instead, he pulled his hand free from the bottom of her shirt and decided to attack his problem from the top. Driving his left hand into her neckline and down into her bra, his fingers skimmed over a rock-hard nipple.
The little sound that slipped from her made him question if it was because she didn’t like what he was doing or if she did. Nothing prevented her from using her words to stop him, so he proceeded.
He scooped one breast into his palm and gently snagged her nipple between his fingers to roll it. Of course, not as hard as he normally would and certainly not as rough as he wanted to.
Patience. It’ll pay off.
Arching her back, she pushed her breast deeper into his hand. He stopped stroking her pubic hair and inched his fingers lower—giving her a chance to tell him to stop, if needed—until his long, middle digit found her clit. He was rewarded with a soft gasp.
He circled and flicked, then added his thumb so he could pluck and pinch gently. When her hips twitched, a quick glance proved her eyes had shut. “Open your eyes, Cara. Put yourself in the middle of that pleasure pile.”