Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Dipping my head, I use the pad of my tongue to lick a long, thick streak up her pussy. She pulls her legs back farther, burying her hands in my hair, shoving my face farther into her body.
She bucks against my fingers, working herself against what I’m willing to give her at the moment. Her lashes, the ones she bats my way, are lying flat against her rosy cheeks as I swirl my tongue around her swollen bud.
My body aches, every sound she makes pulling my libido another rung higher. I suck her flesh, lap up the juices she’s releasing for me, feeling her flex and push against me.
It’s goddamn heaven.
I press a kiss to her clit before pulling back. Stretching her tight hole open with three fingers, I bury them inside her before removing them altogether, a move that gets me a dirty look. I laugh.
“What’s that look for?” I say, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I shuffle my body so I’m hovered over her, the tip of my cock sitting at the opening of her body. “You look pissed.”
Her hands find my ass and press down, urging me to fill her. “Stop playing, Branch.”
“And you weren’t sure you were turned on.”
“No, I was sure,” she says through gritted teeth. “I wasn’t sure if you were.”
“Oh, right,” I chuckle.
Swirling my hips so my head teases her opening, I press barely—just barely—so the tip begins to part her. She gasps, locking her heels around my waist, her thighs tensing as she waits for me to move.
Eyes locked on hers, I slip against her. She’s so slick, so warm, I groan like a teenage boy ready to fire the entire fucking thing because I have no control.
Her hips tilt, and whether I mean to or not, I slide so easily into her tight channel, and with every inch I go, I want to go another. And another. And another until I’m hitting the back of her pussy and watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. She sucks in a breath at the same time I do, my cock throbbing against the tensing muscles of her vagina.
I still as her eyes fly open and we both realize our error.
“I need to get a condom,” I whisper.
“Ugh,” she whines, her legs dropping to the side. “I mean, yeah, you do, but . . .” She lifts her hips with me still buried balls-deep inside her. “But this feels too good.”
“I have one in the pocket of my shorts,” I say, summoning every bit of adult I can find to do the right thing. The only thing. “It’ll take ten seconds.”
“Which is nine too long.”
“I think you’ll like nine just fine.”
“Asshole,” she laughs. “You seriously have one in your pocket? Were you that sure of yourself?”
“No,” I say, pushing away before I say fuck it. “But a man can hope, can’t he?”
My length glistens, coated with her wetness, a pool of pre-cum dotting the tip. I find my shorts, rip open the condom, and roll it down my shaft in record time.
I hover over her in a half push-up and feel her fingers lightly draw a line across my clavicle. “There are boaters on the lake,” she whispers. “Think they can see us?”
“Maybe.”
“Should we go in?”
Knowing she’s already ready for me, I rest the head of my cock against her and thrust until I’m fully seated inside her body. She moans my name, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
“You want to stop and go in?” I ask, retracting until I’m almost out before laying it to her again.
“Branch!” she calls, sweat glazing her skin as she gives her entire body to me.
“Was that a stop?”
“No,” she whimpers, skimming her hands to my hips. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Watching her full tits bounce with every slam of my body against hers, I chuckle. “If you say so.”
CHAPTER 10
LAYLA
“Come in.” I watch the doorway to see who is on the other side. My heart starts to race as I hope it might be Branch coming in for round three.
Round one, on the patio, was the most voyeuristic sexcapade I’ve ever had. Round two, almost an hour later, was a quickie with my hands against the refrigerator door. It was an impromptu bang session that resulted from him coming down in a pair of boxers and me bent over picking up a piece of ice off the floor.
Although my body aches, and my neck apparently kinked at some point and is beginning to scream in discomfort much the same way I was screaming his name just a little while ago, I would totally, absolutely, with no hesitation say yes to round three. And four. And five.
The thought of Branch’s hands touching my skin makes me shiver as I await the opening of the door. I love the way they feel rough, almost like a fine sandpaper, against me and the way his stubble scratches along my skin.