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)
“Oh my god,” I cry, my head falling back, my hips rocking against his face, every nerve ending on fire as he licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue like he can’t get enough…
“Fuck,” he groans against me, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave straight to my core. “You taste so fucking good.”
His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, holding me in place as he sucks my clit between his lips, his tongue swirling over it in tight, maddening circles that have me crying out, my hips rocking against his face, my head falling back as my vision goes hazy.
His nose bumps against my clit… hands squeezing my ass… holding me down against his mouth as he devours me…
I shatter.
My back bows, a strangled moan ripping from my throat as I come hard, my body trembling, my hips jerking against his face as he keeps licking me, sucking me, his tongue fucking me through every wave, every spasm, until I’m a gasping, quivering mess above him.
But he’s not done.
His hands grip my hips, strong and sure, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, sliding me down his body until I’m straddling his lap-- can’t stop myself from reaching down, wrapping my hand around him, stroking once, twice, feeling him pulse in my grip.
“Oh shit,” he rasps. “I need you to fuck me.”
His back hits the mattress, head resting back against the pillows, those dark, hooded eyes locked onto mine as he spreads his thighs, invites me on.
Slowly, I sink down onto him.
I hover there, teasing him, lowering just enough to brush against him, letting the tip slide through my folds, coating him in my wetness, and his eyes roll back, a low, desperate growl rumbling from his chest.
“Jesus Christ,” he grits out, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. “You trying to kill me?”
“Yes,” I murmur, leaning forward, dragging my wet heat over his length, back and forth, slow and torturous, until he’s panting beneath me, muscles straining, cock twitching against me.
“Please,” he begs, fingers biting into my hips, his eyes dark and blazing. “For fuck’s sake, please get on my dick.”
Get on my dick…
No sweeter words have ever been uttered.
My breath catches, a thrill shooting down my spine, and I can’t wait any longer.
I sink down, inch by gloriously fat inch, taking him inside me, feeling his thick, pulsing cock stretch me wide, fill me up, until he’s buried to the hilt and I’m gasping, hands pressed against the headboard, head falling back as I try to adjust to the sheer size of him.
“Fuck,” Turner groans, his fingers flexing on my hips, his jaw tight, his chest heaving. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Oh god…
Oh god…
I lift up, then slide back down, my thighs quivering as his cock drags against every sensitive spot inside me, hitting so deep I can barely breathe.
Turner’s hands leave my hips, sliding up my body, palms warm and rough as they cup my breasts, squeezing them, thumbs flicking over my nipples.
“I’m obsessed with these,” he growls, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing up at me. “Love watching them jiggle while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words…
Filthy.
Sexy.
Hot…
My breath comes out in a shaky rush, my hips rolling, grinding, chasing the friction, chasing the way his cock drags against that perfect, devastating spot inside me while his fingers knead and pluck them, loving the way his eyes are locked on my chest, so transfixed.
Lusting.
Desperate.
It sends pleasure straight to my core.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a dark, filthy rasp, his eyes wild, his hips pumping up beneath me. “So fucking beautiful. All mine. All these perfect tits. All this sweet pussy. Mine.”
His dirty mouth moans loudly.
I groan, my second orgasm already vibrating through my spine. And then…when his mouth latches on to my nipple, I moan so loud there’s a knocking on the door…
The headboard hits the wall…
“Yes, yes…” I’m ready to snap when he smacks my ass, groaning right along with me.
More banging on the door. Drunken hollers.
Drunken laughing.
Makes this so much better.
I am lost.
So lost…
Heaven.
turner
. . .
How do we come back from this?
How do we go back to being “just roommates?” Just friends. Just two people who live across the hall from one another.
Answer: We don’t.
I know it the second I roll over and see her lying there, naked and tangled in her sheets, her hair a dark mess across my pillow, her mouth swollen and pink, her lashes fluttering as she sleeps.
We can’t go back. Not after that. Not after I’ve had her the way I just did—after I’ve fucked her so hard and so deep that her fingernail marks are still etched into my back, her scent still all over my skin.