Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I wriggle, trying to help and hurry things along, but he pins me in place with one massive arm. The other hand tugs the elastic of my thong, letting it snap back with a wicked little sting.
“Hey!” I try to sound outraged, but it comes out super breathy, like a squeak toy on its last legs.
Nathan just gives me this evil, panty-melting grin, like yanking my thong and smacking my ass is the most normal thing in the entire world. “You like that?” His voice drops low, rough as gravel, and holy crap, I almost dissolve into a puddle of goo.
I pretend to glare, but it’s useless. My cheeks are on fire. “I’ll get you back for that.”
He arches one wicked brow. “Promises, promises.” His hand runs up the back of my thigh, palm hot, and then he actually spanks me.
“Nathan!” I’m half turned on and half ready to combust. “Did you just spank me?”
“What if I did?” He palms my ass, squeezing like he owns it, which, let’s be honest, he basically does at this point. “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.” I actually enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. “I’m telling you to do it a little harder next time.” I’m not sure who’s more shocked by my words—him or me.
“You’re going to keep me on my toes, baby,” he growls against my neck. I’m already soaked, and he hasn’t even gotten me halfway naked yet.
Nathan nips at my earlobe, his breath hot as hell. “You want more?” His hand slides back to cup my ass, fingers digging in. “You just tell me what you want, Roni. I’ll give you everything.”
I shudder. My brain-to-mouth filter barely functions. “I want you to fuck me right here on the couch in front of the Christmas tree.” Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?
“Good girl.” That’s all I get for a warning before he hauls me closer. His huge hand runs up the inside of my thigh, knuckles bumping the soaked lace of my thong. He lets out a low whistle. “These are fucking perfect. I’m going to buy you at least twenty more pairs.”
He doesn’t waste any more time. In one smooth move, he yanks the thong aside and runs his thumb right over my clit, and I nearly combust. My hips jerk, and I let out this embarrassing squeak, but he just grins like the evil overlord of Christmas sexy-times. He rubs my clit again, thumb circling slowly, and I swear to God, I’m not going to survive Christmas Eve.
Holy. Freaking. Hell.
My hips buck, and the thong is so tight, the friction makes everything twice as intense. I dig my nails into his shoulders as Nathan rips the thong off and slides two thick fingers through my folds. His fingers are so warm, and when his thumb comes back to my clit, I nearly black out.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my insides going hot and shaky. I try to hold on, but his hand is so big and strong it pins me right there, straddling his lap like I’m meant to live here. My thighs shake as he brings me to not one but two orgasms. I’m gasping, body limp, brain absolutely fried from how fast and hard Nathan just made me come.
But he’s not even close to done.
Nathan yanks his sweats down, and his cock springs free, thick and heavy and leaking at the tip. Holy hell, it’s even hotter than I remember. I want it. I want him. Now.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, hands gripping my hips, and slams me down onto his rock-hard erection in one smooth move. I try to scream, but his huge cock snatches the words right from my throat as he fills me to the absolute max. The stretch is delicious, filthy, perfect. I grasp his shoulders and ride the wave as he buries himself so deep I see freaking stars.
He groans, grabs my ass, and starts bouncing me in his lap, hard enough to make the ornaments on the tree rattle. And I love it.
Nathan’s hands grip my hips tighter, fingertips digging in, steering every single move.
He rips my T-shirt over my head and leans back, giving himself a front row seat to my boobs jiggling all over the place. His stare is shameless, hungry, borderline feral. “Jesus, baby.” He palms my boobs with both hands and worships them while I ride him like a woman possessed. My nipples go instantly hard, and Nathan groans again, rough and wild and just for me. He tweaks one between his fingers, and my head falls back.
He latches onto my nipple, sucking hard while he bounces me on his cock. I might just pass out from how freaking good it feels. The tree lights blur and spin in my vision. All I can do is hold on and moan his name.