Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Fuck. Those words in that voice could make me do anything. I withdraw my hand and reach for my belt, but she beats me to it. Her fingers work quickly, undoing my belt and pants with surprising dexterity for someone trembling with need. She takes time to feel the outline of my cock through my pants. She runs her hand from my base to the top. Licks her lips. Closes her eyes and lets out a coo of appreciation, or is it anticipation?
Meredith frees me, and her eyes widen slightly. She wraps her hand around my cock, and I hiss through my teeth at the sensation of her soft palm against me. Soft, delicate, a light touch. Not a practiced firm grip. I have to close my eyes and think about security protocols to keep from embarrassing myself.
When I open them again, she's lifted herself up, positioning herself above me. I hook my fingers in her panties, hooking them to the side instead of trying to remove them completely in this confined space.
She sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The tight, wet heat of her engulfs me, and I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks. I can't help the groan that escapes me as she takes me all the way.
"Fuck," I growl, staring up at her. "You feel so fucking good."
She settles, still for a moment, adjusting to my girth. Her skin is flushed and sweaty, her lipstick smeared on her cheek, some mascara runs down.
And, ‘fuck’, I think to myself, Meredith remains the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.
"Look at you, baby. Taking me so well."
When she starts to move, I think I might die. She rises and falls in a slow rhythm that has me grinding my teeth with the effort not to thrust up into her. The sight of my cock disappearing into her body, then reappearing smoothly, sliding out, soaked, slick. Hearing the soft sounds she makes with each movement, the way her breasts bounce slightly, and our flesh slapping. She grabs at her breasts, and scissors her nipples between her fingers. Throws her had back, exposing her elegant neck.
It's too much and not enough.
"That's it, baby." I suck on the sensitive spot on the side of her neck while guiding her hips. "Just like that."
Her movements become more confident as she finds what feels good. I thrust up to meet her, and she gasps when I hit a spot deep inside.
"There?" I ask, doing it again.
"Yes. God, yes. There, yeah!"
I establish a steady rhythm, driving up into her while pulling her down onto me. The car rocks slightly with our movements. In here, every sensation is amplified—the skin-on-skin slapping sounds, our ragged breathing, the occasional squeak of leather.
My muscles contract with the need for release, but I can't. Heat courses through me, and I don't know how long I can stave off my own orgasm.
I lean forward to take her nipple in my mouth and suck, and she cries out, her inner muscles clench around me. I can feel her getting close, her movements become erratic and less coordinated.
"That's it," I say against her skin. "Come for me like a good girl."
Her rhythm falters as the words hit her, and her eyes fly open. "Say that again, Cole."
Something hot and primal surges through me at her response. I tighten my grip on her hips, taking control of her movements.
"Come for me," I say, slower this time, watching her face. "Like a good girl."
She shudders, her thighs tremble against mine. I say it again, rougher, "Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well."
Her reaction is immediate and intense. She throws her head back, her pussy clenches rhythmically around me as she comes apart. I hold her steady through it, continuing to thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, prolonging her pleasure. She shudders, shakes, and tightens all over. Her eyes burn into mine. She thrusts her chin forward and bites her lips. Hard.
As she's coming down, something shifts in her expression. The vulnerability is replaced by something stronger, more determined. She loops her arms around my neck, and as our mouths come together, she bites my bottom lip lightly.
"My turn," she says, and the authority in her voice sends a jolt straight to my cock.
She takes control of the pace, rising and falling on me with new purpose, her hips doing magical things. Meredith's arms tighten around my neck as she uses them for leverage. Gone is the hesitant woman who doubted her appeal.
In her place is a goddess claiming what's hers.
"Fuck, Meredith," I groan, transfixed by the sight of her riding me. "Good girl, go!"
The space is tight for this—my head occasionally brushes the roof, her knees dig into the leather seat on either side of my thighs—but we make it work. She finds a rhythm that has me seeing stars, sheathing me tighter, deeper with each downward motion.