Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Emily's palms slide along my chest before she threads her fingers through my hair, yanks my head back, and drags her tongue along my Adam's apple. Holy fuck.
I crush my mouth to hers, not starting slow, not giving her time to breathe. She matches me instantly, opening for me, her tongue tangling with mine.
Emily bites my bottom lip, and I growl into her mouth, the sting shoots straight to my cock.
My hands find the hem of her shirt. I yank it up. It catches on her arms, and she makes a frustrated sound, trying to help free her shirt without breaking the kiss. She’s trapped, bound by her own shirt. It’s wrapped around her upper torso, pinning her arms high, holding her in place with only her head above the folded mess. She squirms to unwrap her shirt over her head, but I hold it in place. Hold her in place. I embrace her in this confined position and kiss her hard, feeding on her mouth. She struggles more then stops, and our eyes connect. “Trust me, Em?” Her eyes widen and without hesitation she nods, and we slam our mouths back into a deep, passionate kiss.
I pull back just enough to free her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind me. She's already working on my buttons, but her hands are shaking. Too slow. I grab both sides and pull, sending buttons scattering across the floor. Causing Croissant to jump fitfully and scamper, disapprovingly, to somewhere, anywhere, but out of our sight.
"I liked that shirt," I say, not really giving a damn.
"I'll buy another one." Her hands are on my chest now, exploring, fingertips trailing over the tattoo that covers my pecs, dipping lower to my abs. “And maybe some cuffs or ropes too, if you’re a good boy.”
I unhook her bra, pulling it down her arms, and then her breasts are free, nipples already hard. I cup them, rough thumbs circling the peaks, and she arches into my touch.
"You see what you do to me?" I guide one of her hands to the bulge straining against my jeans.
She palms me through the denim, squeezing just hard enough to make my hips jerk. "Selena said you didn't want me."
"Then watch me prove her wrong." I dip my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her hands grip my hair, holding me there.
I switch to the other breast, teeth grazing the taut bud, and her hips roll against me. Fuck, every part of her tastes so good.
When I pull back, both nipples are wet from my mouth. I shove both shorts and underwear down, and she kicks them away.
Time to praise my woman.
I lower her to the floor and drop to my knees.
"Alex, what—" Emily sucks in a sharp breath as I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider to me.
Without another word, I put my mouth on her, one long lick from entrance to clit. She's already wet, arousal coating my tongue. I focus on her clit, circling it, flicking it, then sucking it between my lips. Above me, she's falling apart—gasping, one hand still in my hair, the other pressed against the door for balance.
Slipping one finger inside her, then another, I curl them to hit that spot that makes her thighs tremble. Her hips rock against my face, and my God, I just love this version of her. Not nervous or unsure, just a woman chasing her pleasure.
"Alex, you're driving me cra—" She can't finish the sentence, which just drives me harder. I seem to like reducing her to incoherence.
But this isn't what she asked for. Not what either of us needs right now.
I pull back, standing up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her leg slides off my shoulder, and I hold her steady until she finds her balance.
"Jeans," she says, fingers going to my belt. "Off."
I help her, pushing them down along with my boxers, freeing my cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking and spreading the precum at the tip with her thumb.
Emily is so fucking gorgeous like this.
I lift her again, hands under her thighs, spreading her wide. The position lines us up perfectly, the head of my cock pressing against her pussy.
"Your pussy is so perfect, Em."
"Alex, please. Shut up and fuck me."
Chuckling, I push in slowly, the resistance almost overwhelming. She's tight, wet, perfect. Her breath hitches, her inner muscles clench around me as I slide deeper. When I'm fully seated, I have to take a moment to breathe.
Christ, this is so much better than all those filthy fantasies I had in the shower as I jerked off to thoughts of her. My cock twitches, and Emily whimpers. It's the sexiest sound I've ever heard.
"You feel that?" I growl against her ear. "Feel how much I want you? How perfect you feel around me?"