Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“Have me,” I rasp, as I ease out, pausing to let her feel the emptiness without my cock in her. When she’s whimpering for more, I thrust into her again.
I slide a hand to her hip, hitching her thigh against my ass. Finding the perfect spot to fuck her good.
My mouth catches hers, and I give her quick, rough kisses as I fuck her into the mattress like she wants.
Till she’s crying out.
Till she’s wrapping her legs tighter around me.
Till she’s grasping at my hair.
Arching her back and letting go. It’s outrageously breathtaking in a way I never expected.
But then I never expected her.
Lust barrels down my body as I swivel my hips, then thrust back into her. Her breath comes faster, her moans needier, and I’m sure she’s almost there. But a man should never assume.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need to get there.”
Her eyes fly open. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing staggered. “Put me on my hands and knees.”
Say no more.
I ease out, flip her over, and move behind her. And…yes. Fucking yes. She’s beautiful like this as I sink back into her sweetness. My brain melts, and I’m pretty sure I won’t last much longer.
I rope an arm around her waist, then coast my fingers down to the paradise between her thighs.
“Oh god, yes, do that,” she instructs.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur as I play with her clit while I fuck her.
She moves with me, rocking back, dropping her head, muttering desperately, “I’m close. Don’t stop—please don’t stop.”
My legs shake. My mind blurs—the tell-tale signs an orgasm is imminent. But I grit my teeth and fight it the hell off. She must come first. And the woman has made it clear what she wants and needs—for me to go the distance.
I follow her orders to the letter. Fucking and rubbing, thrusting and stroking. Staving off my own pleasure until she shouts a long, glorious yes that shatters into incoherent sounds of pleasure in seconds. Finally, I stop fighting it. I follow her there, giving in to the white-hot pleasure coursing through my body.
And…to something else.
I’m not sure what to do about these…feelings. Right now, though, I don’t honestly care. I kiss her shoulder, then several of those freckles that have somehow knocked me to my knees.
She murmurs happily, like she’s sex drunk, and it’s the best sound ever.
Too bad it comes with a growl.
What the…?
I peer over the side of the bed. One little dog has a very big opinion. Simon’s staring at me from the floor. “Your dog. He’s definitely giving me the side-eye,” I say.
With a soft laugh she says, “Well, that’s because he wants to be on the bed, silly.”
I look down at the crown jewels. “Pretty sure I don’t want him on the bed right now.”
“Like I’ve said before…you’re mean.”
I tie off the condom, grab the fluffy bath towel from the bed, and pad to the bathroom. When I return a minute later, Simon’s resting dog face is even stronger, directed squarely at me. “My god. How do you deal with that?” I ask Skylar, feeling a little admonished by her pet.
With an easy shrug, she says, “I make money off it.”
“Reasonable,” I concede.
She takes her turn in the bathroom, and as I straighten up a little, the Doxie mix stares at me with canine contempt.
I feel…shamed by him. “I didn’t disrespect her,” I say, pleading my case to the dog.
He’s unrelenting though. Just stares harder. It’s weird, since I’m naked. I grab some boxers and stuff my legs into them. There. I feel a little better. Still, I’m compelled to defend myself to the judge and jury of one. “I swear. It was all consensual.”
Skylar cracks up from the doorway. “Are you trying to reason with Simon?”
“Yes!” I say, thrown off by the pup staring at me from the floor. “He’s freaking me out.”
“You have a dog too,” Skylar observes.
“I know, but she doesn’t stare at me like that,” I say, flapping my arm toward Zamboni, who’s curled up peacefully in a fluffy gray dog bed in the corner of the room.
“That’s also why she doesn’t have a line of merch. Simon has a lot of opinions, okay?”
“What is he judging me for? I didn’t defile you,” I say, worked up more than I expected over a dog’s consternation. But then again, I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
“You kind of did, and I liked it,” she says in a sexy purr that nearly makes me forget the dog’s watchful stare.
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I did,” I say, then move closer, looping an arm around her naked waist and pulling her close.
She sets a hand on my chest. “But he’s probably critiquing you.”
“For what?”
“Ford, you critiqued him, now he’s critiquing you! You even did doggy-style, and you expect him not to have notes?”