Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
The woman groans, and I groan right along with her.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic, and without a doubt, it has everything to do with the heat in his dark eyes.
My hands roam over my body. My waist. My hip. My breasts. When I can’t take the throbbing a moment longer, my hand plunges between my legs. My short black skirt gives me immediate access to my core. My fingers brush over my exposed clit and I suck in a gasp, never having been so happy with my decision to forego underwear tonight.
I’m soaked. Completely ready for him.
That fire in his eyes intensifies, and my heart races faster. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want him. Never felt this rush of desperation.
I need him inside me. I need to feel him. I need to smell him. I need to see the way he comes undone when he slams inside my cunt.
My fingers roll over my needy clit as my eyes roll. God, this is good, but I need more. So much more.
Leaning back against the lounge, I tip my head back and let out a soft moan as I imagine his fingers on my body, then feeling the intensity of his stare on my cunt, I slowly spread my thighs and show him exactly what I’m doing. And the moment I do, his eyes blaze with fire.
A shiver sails down my spine, and I watch as he releases the woman’s thigh, using his free hand to dive down to his groin, and I can’t tear my greedy gaze away as he hastily releases his massive, thick cock from the confines of his black pants.
My jaw drops, and I suck in a breath. Even from across the room I can see how fucking magnificent he is. There’s no way I’d even be able to close my fingers around him, but damn it, I’m going to try.
This delicious stranger grips the base of his impressive cock and slowly works his fist up and down, and fuck, I’ve never been so jealous. I want to be the one giving him that pleasure. I want to be the one that brings him to his knees.
My hips jolt as my fingers work my clit, but it’s not enough, and seeing the way he works himself as he watches me spurs me on. My pussy clenches, desperate for relief, and I drop my fingers lower before slowly pushing them inside.
I groan as my other hand grips my breast, gently squeezing. My head tips back again, the intense pleasure pulsing through my veins and threatening to finish me off, but I’m not nearly done, and I’ll fuck myself with my fingers for the rest of my life if it means staying right here and basking in this consuming moment.
My fingers work my pussy, splitting inside of me and massaging my walls as my thumb reaches back for my clit. I press down and roll gentle circles, knowing all too well that if I were to go too fast, I’d explode into a million pieces.
My hips flex, and my body squirms with undeniable pleasure, but nothing is getting me hotter than the way this silver fox watches me as he works his fist up and down his thick cock. The intensity of his eyes is too much, but I’m no quitter, and I’m sure as fuck not going to look away.
He doesn’t stop working himself, his fist stroking all the way to his tip, and I watch the way he does it, committing how he likes it to memory, knowing damn well I’ll be repeating those very movements on him later tonight.
The woman squirms and groans, her hips grinding as he fucks her with his mouth and fingers. Then not a moment later, she comes hard and fast. And honestly, I’m not surprised. No woman would be able to hold back from that.
She writhes under his touch, and just as she starts to come down from her high, the silver fox pulls his fingers free and stands to his full height.
My jaw drops as a soft gasp slips from between my lips.
Good God. He’s huge. And his body . . . Holy shit.
He’s covered in muscle. His broad shoulders lead down to bulging arms while his chest is wide and defined, but his abs are what truly draw my attention. I’m a sucker for a good set of abs. I could skip rocks off those abs, but I’d prefer to spend my time counting them . . . with my tongue.
He moves so fast.
Within seconds, the woman is flipped over on the love seat, her knees buried wide against the fabric, and in that brief moment, he has no choice but to steal his stare away and focus on what he’s doing. But he knows that no matter where he looks, he still has my full attention until this is done.