Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 655(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Walking inside, I found a surprise on my bed.
“Oh, hello,” I teased, grinning. “What brings you by?”
Alex grinned right back. “I’ve brought you a package.”
“What package?” I asked, peering around.
Alex shamelessly grabbed his unmentionables. “This package.”
“Wow.” Giggling, I crossed to my desk. “Did it take you all week to come up with that line?”
“Hey, go easy on me. I’m new to this seduction thing,” he cried. “I’ve spent the last five years shacking up with this hot-ass piece of tail.”
“Oh, have you?” I winked at him over my shoulder. “Tell me more about her.”
“Quadruple threat. Funny, smart, kind, and sexy. She wakes a mighty beast in my pants whenever I look at her.”
I could not contain myself. Alex had me blushing as hard as I was giggling.
“Problem is,” Alex continued, “I haven’t been inside of her in the past seventy-two hours, and that needs to be rectified immediately.”
“Oooh, agreed,” I purred.
Alex was pushing against his forties, and he was still one of the sexiest men around. He grew out his soft, dusky locks, so now they fell over his eyes—drawing my hands to them a dozen times a day to bring back those perfect, hazel orbs.
Thanks to daily runs on the beach, Alex was in even better shape than he was in high school. Every inch of him was hard, tanned, and muscled, and going three days without rubbing myself all over those muscles was torture.
“But I’ve really got to prep for this case,” I said, reaching for him. He came over and dropped a kiss on my lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Let’s break our no-sex streak tonight. We’ll con Courtney into hosting a sleepover for the kids, and get the bed to ourselves for once.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I can wait.” He tapped his chin, screwing up his face as he looked to the ceiling. “I have no choice. I’m just going to have to seduce you. Let’s see if you can really hold out until tonight.”
My brows were halfway past my hairline. “All right. Challenge accepted.”
Alex moved to the bed, peeling his clothes off as he went. A damp patch formed in my panties before his belt hit the ground. Let’s be honest, I didn’t stand a chance.
His shorts were kicked off, followed quickly by his boxers. I openly raked him up and down.
Alex was perfect from head to toe. There wasn’t a single bit of him that wasn’t hard, ropey muscle—even his ass. He turned and I dropped down in my desk chair, drinking him in.
I’d ridden Alex’s cock in all kinds of fun ways, but I still drooled every time he unleashed it. Alex was long and thick—just the right size to make a girl scream while stretching her past her limit.
Holding my gaze, he leaned back over the side of my bed, reclining on his elbows. I swallowed hard as he grasped his cock.
I watched rapt, biting my lip at the rising pressure in my middle.
“Sure you don’t want to give in now?” Alex asked, lazily stroking the base. “I’m pretty sure you won’t make it past the massage oil.”
“Let’s find out.”
Tipping over, Alex got the oil from the drawer, and poured it directly on his cock.
He started stroking—slow and lazily as though he had nothing but time. “This could be slipping and sliding inside you right now, Lee. Right.” Stroke. “To.” Stroke. “The.” Stroke. “Hilt.”
I gripped the seat, holding tight. This was new. Usually, Alex and I were too busy tearing each other’s clothes off to waste time with teasing. I kind of wanted to drag this out for as long as I could last.
The problem was... how long would that be?
“Show me, baby,” I rasped. “Do it harder. Faster.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Increasing his pace, Alex pumped and primed his cock like a fire hose. “Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel so good, Sarah. Ride that dick, you perfect, tasty little treat.”
I sucked in a hard breath, straining to pop my lungs as my legs crossed and clenched hard. I didn’t know watching him was as good as the real thing. Pinpricks of sweat dotted my skin. The heat building within me was rising to a fever pitch. He wasn’t touching me, and I wasn’t touching myself, and I was still on track for an incredible orgasm.
Alex stroked faster still. Rising off the bed, he bucked in his hand—drilling the phantom me to pieces. “Damn, you’re so gorgeous. A fucking goddess descended from the heavens. I want to put you on your knees and cum on those delicious tits. Make you beg for it while I paint your pouty lips, then drill that dick-hungry pussy from behind.”
My nails dug half-moons into my palms. This mix of praise, compliments, and dirty little promises was working like magic.
I fought to stop myself. I really did need to get some work done!