Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Em,” I groaned, slicking my finger in her heat. I pressed inside her, reveling at the goosebumps that paraded across her cleavage when I did. She was still fighting not to moan, but her breath was picking up, her strokes on my cock more erratic. “You wanna ride me, baby? Wanna sit this sweet pussy on my cock right now?”
She nodded, tugging at my shorts while she rocked her hips against my palm, seeking.
When I smacked her ass, she pushed up more fully onto her knees so I could maneuver under her. It was hard to do, between the tight quarters and me trying to hold her weight so she didn’t use her bad arm, but the motivation to be inside her was enough to have me finding a way. I slid my shorts and briefs down to my knees before she reached back to help me get them to my ankles, and then my cock was out, heavy and aching where it rested against my stomach.
Emily wasted no time. She panted a little heavier at the sight of me, and then as soon as my hands were on her hips again, she lifted, fisted my cock, and pressed my tip to her entrance before sitting all the way down.
“Christ,” I hissed, wincing at the overwhelming sensation of filling her.
I earned a sweet little whimper from her when I flexed my hips to fully bottom out, to feel her covering every inch, and then she pressed up onto her knees and sank again.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I praised, and my hand found her throat again, squeezing with just enough pressure to earn me another sweet little sound of pleasure. I curled my hips, meeting her next thrust as my other hand slammed her down onto me. “Riding me in the car. Couldn’t even wait to get home, could you? You were so desperate.”
She nodded, meeting my rhythm as she picked up her pace and started riding me wildly. Her tits bounced out of the lace, and I groaned at the sight, ripping my hand from her hip long enough to lightly slap each breast before I tore the lace down and thumbed one of her nipples.
“Never going to get enough of these,” I muttered. “Hate that I can’t taste them right now.”
I pinched her nipple like she was the one to punish for that restraint, and she finally moaned, arching into me as she bounced.
“Come on, Em. Give me what I want. Let me hear those sweet moans. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
I reached between us then, finding her slick clit and rubbing it in tight circles as I squeezed her neck just a pinch tighter. I wished I could bite her, lick her, kiss and suck and tease, but I only had use of my hands.
I made the most of them.
“Yes, yes, fuck, Braden, yes.” Each word leaked out of her like a desperate little cry, and then she was exploding, her moans loud and unbidden. She rocked and bounced and dug her nails into my forearm where I held her throat like she’d cut me if I dared to let go.
And I pumped her through every wave of her release, holding on until I knew she’d had hers before I let go. Deep, guttural groans ripped through me when I came, and I moved to wrap my arms around her fully, to hold her close as I buried myself again and again, never deep enough.
“Fuck,” I cursed on a breath as the last of my orgasm hit me. I tucked my hips once, twice, making sure every last drop was inside her.
And then we heard a sharp little beep, beep as the lights of the truck to our left flashed.
My eyes widened under the mask. But before Emily could move, I grasped her arms — gently on the right — and subtly shook my head.
“Don’t move,” I whispered.
She was panting, so was I, but otherwise we stayed as still as possible as voices came closer. It sounded like a man and a woman. The man’s voice faded a bit as we heard a door open on the other side, and then the woman slid between where we were parked and where she was set to climb into the passenger seat.
She paused with her hand on the door handle, her body angling toward us.
My heart ricocheted between my ribs.
There was the sound of a soft laugh, and then subtly, a movement by my window.
The woman held up a thumb.
I bit my lip against a laugh, using all my strength to hold my breath as the woman climbed into the truck. I wasn’t sure if she said anything to the guy with her or not because they instantly started to back out, and as soon as they were in drive and pulling away from us, I took my first breath.