Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Rolling my hips, I grab the back of his neck and fuck his mouth as he alternates between sucking and licking, nibbling my clit and kissing it. He kisses everything. My thighs, my heat, and then, in one quick movement, he’s inside me with his tongue.
I cry out. “Oh, God.”
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…
I hold him to me, grinding into his mouth. Pleasure grows, heat cascading over my skin, and I rock into him, chasing the orgasm.
“Fuck,” I whimper, “Lick me, please.”
He swirls circles with his tongue over me, shudders racking through me as I watch him.
“Lucas,” I pant. “Lucas.”
I suck in air, the orgasm splitting me open, lightning shooting through my thighs, and my whole body shakes as I hold onto him for dear life.
For a moment, I don’t care about anything. Not my brothers who are looking for us. Not anyone close by who can hear me.
I just want him to fuck me. I want him to feel this too.
Rising, he spins me around and tugs my dress down to my waist, his hands finding my breasts as his mouth brushes my temple.
His cock presses into my ass, and I can’t wait anymore. I don’t want to go slow. Twisting my chin over my shoulder, I kiss him, moving over his lips and tasting his tongue.
“I’ve loved you the most,” I breathe out, “and you think I know you the least.”
His hand slides up the back of my head, his fingers curling into a fist around my hair. “You deserve better than me.”
I groan, coming in for another kiss. “I know.”
He yanks open the door of his car, pulls the lever, pushes the front seat forward, and locks eyes with me.
“My brothers are coming,” I choke, barely able to take in a breath.
He shakes his head. “Fuck ’em.”
I smile. And all at once, I fall into the back seat just as he pushes me, clenching the dress in his fist and tearing the top down the middle. I catch him in my arms, our lips melting together, because neither of us care anymore if this should happen. We want it, and we don’t care why.
Taking my head in his hand, he moves his tongue over mine as the dress—now in rags—hangs from my body. In seconds, his teeth bite my jaw, his tongue blazes a trail down my neck, and his mouth covers a breast, making me arch up to meet it.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
His mouth moves to the next one, sucking and biting.
I grind into him, watching his hand slip down and open his jeans. Sliding his hand inside, he pulls himself out and strokes his already-hard flesh. I blink, trying to focus in the dark. I can almost see it rising up, reaching for me as he pumps his hand—the muscle thick, tight, and glistening. Warm wetness drips out of me.
My legs fall wider apart, aching to be filled.
I sink into his mouth, slipping my tongue inside as I slide my hand down his body and stroke him, feeling him for the first time. The veins pulse under my fingertips, and I soak in everything. The soft skin over the hard muscle. The cum already escaping him. The heat of his body. The way it throbs in my fist.
I’m so wet. “Now,” I plead.
I’m not afraid he’ll stop because I think he knows if he does, I might kill him.
He doesn’t even hesitate, though. Rising up, he grabs my thighs and yanks me down.
I whimper, his rough hands possessive. Pushing his jeans below his ass, he tears open a condom, rolls it on, and my eyes go wide, fully realizing what’s about to happen. He comes down on top of me and presses the head of his cock into me, and I hug his waist with my thighs, threading my lips with his just before he thrusts.
I suck in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut as a sharp pain pierces me.
God. That fucking hurt. It stings.
Slowly, he slides in again. Then again, muffling my cry with a kiss and grunting as he sinks all the way inside me.
The pain fades, but the pressure is more than I thought it’d be. He buries himself, stretching me, opening me.
And he doesn’t slow down. Lifting himself up just enough to see my face, he rolls his hips in and out, and I can feel how wet I am as he slides easier and easier. The pressure subsides, and his cock hits deep, everything starting to feel good again.
I grab hold of the back of his neck and his waist in my hands, thrusting my hips to meet his rhythm. His lips touch mine, but we don’t kiss. Just pant and groan as we fuck, my back sticking to my brother’s leather seat.
“Don’t you forget this in the morning,” I warn him. “You chased me down.”