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)
After releasing the buckle on his belt, I quickly work the front of his pants, and in record time, I’m reaching inside to his straining cock. I wrap my tight fist around him before releasing him from the confines of his pants. I work him up and down and the responding groan that rumbles through his chest is more than enough to know I have his approval.
My jeans are pulled down my not-thick thighs, along with my panties, and I shimmy them the rest of the way down before kicking them off my feet. Then without skipping a beat, his hands are on my ass, lifting me against the wall of the small stall.
My legs wrap around his waist and he pins me with his hips. “You ready?”
“God, yes,” I pant, my thighs already shaking.
I’ve never been so hungry for it.
Actually, that’s a lie. In the darkness of Vixen, I was overwhelmingly starved. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. This is nice, but it doesn’t hold the same intensity that I felt the other night.
He reaches between my thighs, and when his fingers skim past my slit, I suck in a gasp, but before my body can even comprehend what’s about to happen, two thick fingers are thrust inside my waiting cunt.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as his fingers quickly explore, checking to see just how ready I really am. And damn, I won’t lie, he’s definitely scratching that itch, but it’s still unknown if he can relieve it entirely.
“Hmmmm,” he rumbles as my fist keeps working up and down, my thumb circling over his tip. “You’re a devilish little thing, aren’t you?”
“You’ve got no fucking idea.”
His lips return to my neck, and I tip my head back, opening for more. His fingers move within me, roaming past my G-spot and teasing me from within, but I need so much more. “Condom?” I ask, barely able to control the rapid rise and fall of my chest.
“Back pocket,” he says against my skin.
My free hand dives for his pocket, frantically feeling around until I feel the familiar texture of the packaging and pinch it between my fingers. I pull it out, and in an instant, grip it between my teeth. I tear it open and neither of us skips a beat as I roll it onto his thick cock.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he tells me.
I can’t help but grin back at him. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
His eyes sparkle like I’m some kind of magical gift to men. “Yes, ma’am.”
He doesn’t hesitate, tearing his fingers free from my cunt before taking his cock and guiding it to my entrance. I feel his tip there for just a moment, swiping through my wetness before finally thrusting inside. He fills me with ease, stretching my walls around his sheer size, and I throw my head back as the intense pleasure rocks through my body. “Holy shit.”
His whole body shudders, and he lowers his forehead to my shoulder, needing a moment. “Damn, baby. You really are a fucking devil.”
He finally starts to move, rolling his hips back and fucking me just the way I need, and with each powerful thrust, I get closer and closer to the edge. His gaze sails over my body, glancing down between us and watching the way his cock glistens with my wetness.
“Fuck, we look good together,” he mutters through a clenched jaw as his fingers dig into my hip, both of us barely holding on.
I go to respond when his brows furrow, looking a little too closely. “Wait. This tattoo. I’ve seen this before,” he says, placing his thumb over the small heart tattoo low on my pelvis.
Shit.
Humiliation washes through me. It’s not the first time I’ve accidentally screwed someone I’ve already had a wild one-night stand with and forgotten until it was already too late. But surely I haven’t made that mistake again. “Fuck. Don’t tell me we’ve done this before.”
“No,” he laughs. “I would have remembered fucking you. It’s just . . . something familiar about this—Oh SHIT! You’re the live-waxing girl.”
Oh my fucking God.
He howls with laughter, but there’s something sincere about it. He’s not laughing at me, but at the situation. “Shit. That was insane. Best”—he thrusts—“two minutes of livestreaming I’ve ever watched.”
He changes the angle of his hips and takes me so much deeper, leaving me gasping for air. I clutch his big shoulder, my nails leaving little half-moons in his tanned skin. “Tell me”—I gasp—“that you didn’t just recognize me from my pussy and not my face.”
He grins back at me. “To be fair, your face was only shown for like . . . a second.”
“Oh my god. This is humiliating.”
“Nah, baby. You’re good,” he says, his breath coming in just as hard as mine. “I’m honored that I get to be the man the infamous livestreaming girl allowed to fuck her up against a bathroom stall.”