Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Saylor bit her bottom lip with a nod, and I nearly lost my mind.
My fingers slid through her again, gathering the evidence of just how badly she wanted me, and her hips gave the smallest helpless roll into my touch. That movement lit me up. The urge to bend her over the counter, tear those leather pants down, and bury myself inside her until she screamed my name hit so hard, I had to drag air through my nose.
I wasn’t gonna take her fast and rough in a damn bathroom before she was ready. But every slick little sound under my hand was testing that decision like she’d been built specifically to destroy my self-control.
“Good thing I didn’t know. Because I would’ve found the nearest locked room at that speedway and taken your cherry right there. Then I’d have felt like a bastard afterward for giving you that kind of first time.”
Her mouth curved in a shy little challenge that went straight to my dick. “I probably wouldn’t have minded.”
I smirked because she was brave enough to say it but innocent enough not to fully understand what she was asking for.
“Trust me, baby, you would’ve been cursing me for days and probably considering never letting me between these pretty thighs again.” I eased my hand from her panties, making her whimper at the loss, then dragged my thumb along her bottom lip because the pout that formed there was dangerous. “As much as I hate it, the first time is gonna hurt.”
She rolled her eyes, trying to recover some of that sass even while her breathing stayed unsteady. “Yeah, I know, but—”
I caught her wrist to guide her hand straight to the front of my jeans, and her words died instantly. Her palm landed over my cock, and even through denim, the size and hardness of me registered fast. Her lips formed a perfect little O that made the filthy part of my brain start listing all the things I wanted to do with that mouth.
My hips pushed into her hand before I could stop them, a small flex that pulled a rough sound from my throat. Her fingers curled just slightly, and I had to close my eyes for half a second to pull myself together.
“It’s not just about popping that sweet cherry. I’m a big guy, and your tight little pussy is gonna need attention before it can handle my size.” Her breath caught at my bluntness, and my cock throbbed beneath her hand as if it liked hearing me explain exactly what was coming. “I don’t have the self-control to do that in bed yet. Not with you looking at me like this.”
“Like what?” she whispered.
“Like you want me to ruin every good intention I’m hanging on to.” I slid my hand back between her thighs, pushing beneath the open front of her pants again, and stroked through her wet folds with one finger. Her body shuddered so hard, her hand tightened over my cock, and a soft, high sound escaped her throat before she could swallow it. “Fuck, listen to you. It’s gonna make things easier with you this drenched for me, but I’m still gonna get you ready until you’re begging.”
She trembled under my hand, and I pulled away before I forgot every damn word I’d just said. My boots hit the tile as I stepped back, and I stripped down fast, shoving my jeans down and kicking them aside before I could think too much about her watching me. I left my boxers on because that thin piece of black cotton was the last thread of my sanity. It didn’t hide much, especially not with how hard I was, but it kept one small barrier between my cock and the woman I wanted pinned to the shower wall.
The look on her face nearly killed me. There were nerves there, but they were buried under curiosity and a dazed hunger that made my chest feel too tight.
I stripped her clothes off with more care than speed. Her tank went first, then her bra, followed by the leather pants that had been making me feral since I saw them, along with her panties. I dragged them down her legs slowly, taking in every inch revealed.
By the time she was naked on my counter, I fought the urge to drop to my knees and taste every slick inch of her until she forgot she’d ever been shy.
Her arms lifted instinctively when I moved closer, and I picked her up with one arm under her ass and the other around her back as I carried her into the shower. Hot water poured over us, flattening her hair against her shoulders and turning her skin glossy under my hands.
I washed her first because touching her with purpose gave me something to hold on to. She reached for me too, tentative at first, then bolder when I groaned at her hands dragging over my chest and stomach. Every brush of her fingers made me harder, until I had one hand braced against the tile near her head just to keep from tearing the last barrier away and taking her exactly where we stood.