Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Stroking her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs, I plant my lips in the center of hers and then pull away.
Holding my breath, unsure of what I’m going to see in her eyes, I relax when she smiles.
“Now that,” she says, a little breathless, “is a little more what I expected you to be like.”
“Is that so?”
“I mean, not one hundred percent, but closer.”
Taking her hand, I pull her to the foot of the chaise lounge. Positioning her so she’s facing me, I lift the hem of her shirt and drag the cotton material off her body. She’s braless, her tear-drop breasts, heavy with the weight of the C-cups, hanging perfectly off her frame.
“I’m about to get you nine inches closer if you don’t tell me no,” I growl.
“Let me think about it,” she says, tapping her pursed lips.
“Can you think about it while we get you out of these shorts?” I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband and drag them down her toned legs. She shivers as my palms hit the back of her thighs, skimming her smooth skin as I reach her ankles.
Stepping out of the shorts, she looks up at me and grins. “My turn.”
With a sway of her hips, she reaches for me. I don’t have to be told twice. I cut the distance between us with a step and hold my breath as her hands dip below the top of my shorts. Instead of just yanking them down, she runs her hands from the front around to the side, letting the backs of her hands run along my skin.
My blood sings in my veins, my cock throbbing so damn hard I think I might pass out. As she finally drops my shorts, the mesh fabric not needing any direction once it’s over my hips, she steps back and stares at just how much I want her.
“Damn,” she mutters, her eyes widening.
Although her reaction is something I’d love to watch over and over again, my need for physical action is much stronger.
I reach for her and she surprises me by taking my hand and allowing me to pull her naked body against mine. Her tits smash against my chest, her back arching as I place a hand in the curve just above her bubbled ass. The other cradles the back of her head as I move my mouth to the shell of her ear. “You. Are. Gorgeous.”
Crashing my lips to hers again, I draw the hand twisted in her hair down her back and around her side. As my tongue enters her mouth and she moans into mine, my palm cups her breast and savors the weight and the feel of her in my hand.
Her head falls back and I guide her body closer to mine again. My senses are filled with everything Layla and the more I get, the more I want. Need. Crave.
An urge overtakes me, one I haven’t felt in a long damn time. It’s a desire to not just get off, something that usually finds me about now when I’m with a woman, but a wish to enjoy it.
Twisting a beaded nipple in between two fingers, I roll it around and feel her muscles loosen against me. She pants against my mouth, pressing her pussy against my thick, more-than-ready cock. The friction is almost too much to bear.
In a move she’s not expecting—and without breaking our kiss—I sweep her up in my arms and lay her on the chaise lounge a few steps away. Her eyes are open, watching me, teasing me, in a way, as I straddle her in the chair.
Pulling away, we’re both breathless, panting in a desperate attempt to get precious oxygen into our bodies. She grips my shoulders, her dainty hands not close to covering the width of my arms.
“I want you, Best. Now.”
“It’s a good thing I’m ready to give it to you. Now.”
Moving so my body is on one side of the chair, I dip my head and draw in her peaked nipple. She lifts off the chair, her head pressed into the cushion, as I lick and suck the globes of her breasts.
Reaching down between her legs, I glide two fingers between her legs. Her slit is so wet, so hot, I think my cock is going to go off from the imagery alone.
She bends her knees and lets them splay to the sides, giving me more access to her pussy. I take what’s offered.
Moving around to the bottom of the chair, I nestle against the cushions between her legs. Looking at her from this vantage point—eyes wild, hair mussed, lips parted and swollen from my kisses—I grin. Keeping my eyes on hers, I insert one finger, then two, feeling her muscles tighten around me as I work them slowly back and forth.
“Branch,” she moans, reaching for me.