Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
His hips thrust, fucking himself into my fist, and I watch his eyes squeeze shut and the way he parts his lips as another groan rips free.
He’s so handsome, I can’t peel my eyes away.
“You’re so thick,” I whisper, getting excited, stroking him faster—harder—my other hand slipping down to cup his balls, rolling them gently.
He trembles, muscles going taut beneath my touch.
His hands come down, covering mine, stilling my movements. “Slow down,” he grits out, his breath shuddering. “Or I’m going to come all over your pretty little hand.”
How can he already be close to coming?
His eyes open, dark and hooded, locked on mine as he drags my hand off his cock and lifts it to his mouth.
He kisses my palm, his tongue flicking over the skin there, eyes never leaving mine. “My turn,” he says, his voice a low, rough purr that sends a shiver straight down my spine.
Before I can respond, he’s shifting, sliding down my body, his mouth trailing wet, open kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach. Every inch of skin he touches, he marks—his teeth grazing, his tongue soothing, his lips sucking until I’m writhing beneath him, desperate and aching and so fucking ready.
“Turner,” I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, needing his mouth where I want it most. “Oh my gawd…”
“Shh.” His breath is hot against my belly, his hands spreading me as he settles between my legs, eyes dark and ravenous as he stares at me, bare and open and burning for him.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, voice dripping with praise as he drags his tongue up the length of my slit, slow and deep, tasting every inch of me.
I cry out, back arching off the bed, hands fisting the sheets as his tongue circles my clit, sucking so hard I see stars.
With a moan my legs fall open wider, thighs shaking around his head as he buries his face between them, licking me like I’m the only thing he needs to survive.
He hooks his arms under my thighs, pulling me closer, holding me down as he devours me, tongue flicking, sucking, driving me higher and higher until I’m panting, gasping, writhing beneath him.
“God, Turner—oh my god,” I practically sob, hips rocking against his mouth, chasing every swirl of his tongue, every hot, wet stroke that sends another bolt of pleasure zinging through me.
Then he slides one finger inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see white… spots. More stars.
I will never survive this.
“More,” I plead, voice breaking, hands yanking at his hair, nails scraping his scalp. “Please. More.”
And he gives it to me. Another finger, thicker, deeper, stretching me, fucking me slow and steady as his mouth latches onto my clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking mercilessly until I’m spiraling, teetering on the edge, every muscle tensed and shaking and ready to snap.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, dark and filthy, his fingers fucking me harder, deeper, mouth sucking me closer, closer, closer…
Every wet stroke of his tongue sends me higher.
I want to come.
I want it so bad.
The orgasm pulls, teasing me.
But…
As my eyes and fingers graze the top of his scalp, instead of giving in—I push. Push at him so he’ll stop.
I want him inside me when I do it.
Want him to come, too.
I want it together.
Is that weird? Since we’re not a couple or a thing or even a one-night stand? We’re roommates and now: lovers?
“What are you doing?” he asks. “I’m not done with you.” His brows pull together, confusion clouding his gaze as I keep pushing at his shoulders, urging him to move.
“I want you inside me.” My words come out on a shaky breath. “I’m desperate.”
So desperate.
Something flashes in his eyes—something dark and needy and maybe even a little possessive.
He shifts, one hand reaching between us, the faint rip of foil sounding between our ragged breaths before he fists himself, sliding the thin barrier on with practiced ease.
Then he grabs his cock, lining it up, the fat, swollen head brushing against my entrance. My breath hitches, my nails digging into his shoulders as he notches himself at my entrance, holding himself there, eyes locked on mine.
So.
Perfect.
turner
. . .
Iseriously cannot fucking handle this.
The way she’s looking at me, eyes heavy and lidded, lips swollen and wet from my passion. The way she’s moving beneath me when my head was between her thighs… the way her hips rocked, the way her soaked pussy teases my cock now.
She’s desperate to feel every inch of me…
But her goddamn bra.
It has to go.
It’s still on, thin lace stretched tight over her tits, her nipples hard. The sight of it, barely hiding anything or holding it in, has been driving me insane.
“Get this gone,” I say, reaching behind her, fingers finding the clasp, fumbling once before I grip it and snap it open. The straps go slack, the sheer fabric falls away, exposing her nipples.