Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
It’s always the same. A minute or two of kissing, a little bit of titty sucking, maybe a few finger pumps, and then he’s ready to slide his dick in, finish in three pumps, and leave me wanting more.
I keep trying because I’m hopeful, but every naked experience dims that hope a little bit more.
Still, here I am, standing inside the dark and dingy ladies room in a biker bar, waiting, hoping that beautiful hunk of man is on his way for a secret bathroom tryst.
I close my eyes and smile, thinking of how sexy Coop is with his long legs and lean muscle. His eye-catching hair with thick copper streaks that girls pay hundreds of dollars for turns me on. Still, it’s those eyes that send shivers down my spine, a piercing blue like if a diamond and a sapphire had a baby. He’s gorgeous, or maybe I’m just tipsy. And horny.
The guy is a challenge, that’s for sure. His clipped, one-word, mono-syllabic answers are nowhere near enough to keep me away from the birthday fun I’m so desperate to experience.
Usually, I wouldn’t even consider a raunchy bathroom romp, but I live at home with my parents. And my stupid sister Kenna is nowhere in sight.
And did I mention how gorgeous Coop is?
My thighs squeeze together so tight they almost ache, and I clench my teeth to keep from moaning at the arousal that flows through my veins. The bathroom door opens. Heavy, booted footfalls sound, coming to a stop just outside my stall.
I hear two knocks, and I push the door open, gasping at the raw heat in Coop’s eyes. “Coop.”
He flashes a smile that makes my knees buckle, showing off beautiful white teeth and full pink lips.
“Fancy meetin’ you here.”
And just like that, all the tension, the hesitation, the apprehension I feel flees like smoke on a breeze. “You came.”
The words come out almost breathless, and I feel my stomach hitch with anticipation.
“Not yet,” he says and steps in close to me. I can tell it’s not just copper in his hair but also blond and caramel strands. His eyes, too, are more than what they’d seemed at first. He’s got the whole damn rainbow in those magnificent orbs, swirling bits of gold and silver streaked through the blue.
“Coop,” I whisper as my feet take a step back instinctively.
He pulls the door shut and locks it behind him, staring at me like he wants to eat me. “You want this?”
I nod, mouth wide open in shock and arousal. His broad shoulders block out everything else in the small space so that all I can see and smell is him. All I can feel is him, hot and hard and pressed up against me. “I do.”
“Good,” he says and drops his big hands on my shoulders, sliding them up until he’s cupping my face. A moment later, his mouth crashes down on mine, consuming me in a fire that’s so hot and so bright I cling to him to keep myself from floating away into the atmosphere.
My hands fly to his biceps, hard and sculpted to perfection, and then down the hard lumps of his pecs, heading south until my fingertips encounter six rippling abs. I moan and press my body against his, hungry and greedy for more.
I can’t breathe, but I can’t pull back because this thing, whatever it is between us, is stronger than me. The kiss is pure fire; the moment should be frozen in time because it’s so perfect. So hot. But my need for oxygen outweighs my need for this man. But finally, I have to pull away and draw in some air. “Hot damn, that’s one hell of a kiss.”
His lips quirk into a slow, sultry smile that’s almost adorable. “And that’s just a kiss.”
Coop steps in close, pressing my back against the stall, molding his hard body to my soft curves as his hands shape the curve of my hips, my waist, and finally, blessedly, my tits.
I swear I have never been this turned on in my entire life, letting my hands explore the hard planes and valleys of his chest and his back. The hard, round globes of his tight ass. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”
Instead of words, Coop grabs my face and takes my mouth again, one hand spearing through my waves meant for just this purpose, the other hand slides down my waist, gripping my ass before his fingertips start tickling the inside of my thighs. He moves efficiently, with purpose as he drags his fingertips higher and higher.
One knuckle grazes my swollen pussy, and I gasp into his mouth, flicking my tongue against his to tease him. “Yes,” I moan when I tear my mouth from his.
Before I can say another word, he pulls the hem of my dress above my ass and grabs the waistband of my thong and gives it a quick tug.