Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Her hands leave my hair, her legs flop open, and I use the insides of her thighs to clean up the mess she left on my cheeks. I sit up to look down at the naked vision before me. My cock is begging for relief, so much so that I have to wrap my hand around it to calm it the hell down.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she says, fluttering her eyes open. I’ve barely got my hands around her waist when she flies up at me. Her mouth attaches to my lips, and her legs wrap around me. The head of my cock slips from the shorts and feels her slick heat.
I’m fucked, in the best way possible.
10
Kara
“I’ve got no protection, Kara. Didn’t think I’d be coming over to do more than eat you,” Dean murmurs against my lips. I didn’t think I’d have this much energy after the epic orgasm he delivered, but here I am, ready and willing to take whatever he’s willing to give. I can feel his cock nudging at my clit. My core tightens, my breathing hitches, and my body shudders. I’m an achy, needy mess, built with desire and soaking wet.
“I’ve got some in the drawer.” I rub my chest against his, the hair rasping against my nipples, causing me to shiver.
“I don’t know if I should be pissed or thrilled at the notion of you having condoms.” He doesn’t sound too upset; in fact, there’s a tilt of his lips with the slightest smirk as he reaches behind him to pull at the knob.
“Impressed. Very impressed.” I’d had the forethought after meeting Dean in the parking lot, foreshadowing or manifesting this into existence. Whatever I did, it obviously worked. While he’s busy pilfering through the drawer, it leaves me ample opportunity to go after what I want and need most. My hand wraps around his shaft, pulling the fabric beneath. I scoot back just as I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and I make my move.
My lips brush the head of his cock in a featherlight touch, tongue darting out to catch the drop of precum at the tip. “Yum,” I say after I swallow it down. Dean’s fist tightens in my hair when I swirl my tongue before sinking the head into my mouth.
I’m greedy and ravenous all at once.
I want to make him feel just as good as he did for me, only I want him deep inside me, too. It’s a conundrum and luckily one I don’t have to decipher for the time being.
“Love your mouth on me, sweetheart, but it’ll have to wait till next time. Want my cock in your pussy the first time I blow for you.” When he puts it like that, who am I to be upset?
He pulls me off by using my hair. I’m more than willing, and when he runs his hand through the long locks, holding it like a ponytail, I notice why.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Dean bites the edge of the condom wrapper, tears it with his teeth, spits out the trash, and pulls out the rubber. My eyes skim down the length of his body, tracking his movements with his hand and watching as he sheaths his cock. In one fluid motion, it’s on, and his eyes never left mine.
“Not as hot as you, naked, dripping wet, and ready for me.” The husk of his voice skates along my skin. He crawls over me, caging me in with his warmth and spicy scent surrounding me. I’m tempted to lick a path from his neck to his chest.
“Maybe, maybe not,” I say, licking my lips.
“You good with this?” His hand glides to my leg, which took the brunt of the injury in the accident. I noticed the way he caressed each scar when he was going down on me, not enough to pull me out of the moment, and it definitely didn’t bother me then, or now.
“I am.” My breath hitches when his cock nudges my entrance.
“Son of a bitch, not sure how long I’ll last, but I’ll make this good for you,” he promises, and I know he will without question.
“You’ve already made it good for me once,” I say in a teasing tone.
“I’ll make it twice, then.” He glides in another inch. I look from his eyes that are molten lava to his hand on my thigh, to where his other hand is at the juncture of my hip, where his thumb sweeps over my clit. I inch down, taking more of him and hearing his sharp intake of breath, “Fuck, this is better than I ever imagined.”
“It’s definitely better in the flesh than listening through a wall,” I say on a groan when he slips in deeper. When I look down, he’s halfway inside, and the reason I’m feeling a burn in the best way possible is because he’s thick, he’s long, and he definitely knows how to work his cock. I mean, I knew this when I came face to face with his length. The tips of my fingers barely touched when I had my hand wrapped around him.