Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
I smile. “I wish. Do you want to grab a coffee in the morning?”
He nods. “I will call you.”
“OK, sounds good.” And then he is gone. I’m alone with my beautiful man, my beautiful, unconscious, smelling-like-a-brewery man who is sleeping like a baby. I take my phone out and snap a photo of him. I smile as I look at it; there’s one for the family album.
“Wake up, precious girl,” his husky, whispered voice splinters my dreams and brings me into consciousness. “I need you.” He kisses my neck and runs his open mouth down its length to my collarbone. I slowly come to and inhale the strong scent of soap and toothpaste. He’s showered—what the hell time is it? It’s still dark. Why is he even awake? His strong body radiates with need. His arms are straining to hold his weight off of me. I can feel his muscles contract and the overwhelming power emanating from his body. He wasn’t exaggerating, he does need me: I can feel it oozing from his every pore. “I’m aching for you, aching to be inside you.”
Hmm, I like this wake-up call. I rub my eyes as my legs fall open. “Josh, what time is it?” I whisper.
“It’s make-love-to-Josh time.” He smiles into my neck. His smile is contagious, and I find myself mirroring him like an idiot. “Roll over, Presh. I need you from behind.” He rolls my hip so that I am on my stomach and then hitches my right leg up. My knee is level with my breastbone. Then he is on me. He pulls my hair to the side to gain access to my neck. His heavy breathing into my ear from behind sends goose bumps across my body, awakening every cell. His hand runs from my knee to my behind and back again. His fingers gently slide between my legs and he hisses when he feels me. “So wet,” he whispers. “You need me too. Do you know what a turn on that is?”
“Yes,” I whisper darkly. This is what his touch does to me: it leaves me vulnerable and begging, submissive even? Before I have time to analyze my thoughts on this, his fingers are inside me. Long, stroking, circular movements, stretching me open. I instantly lift my hips in a silent plea, I need more. My body needs more. As he bites my neck, he slowly sinks his heavy length into my wet sex.
“Mmm,” he whispers. His arousal level is off the charts and he’s taking me with him. I’ve never been so hot for it in my life. His open affection for me tonight has opened pandoras box and I desperately want to please him. He pushes in and glides out in a slow movement. He’s so good at this. With his hands on my hips he lifts me until I am on my knees and he is kneeling behind me. He strokes my hair.
“Is that OK, Presh? Can you handle it? Tell me to stop if I hurt you.” I smile and nod. Even when he is beyond aroused, he is still achingly aware that he is a very large man, and I am a ridiculously tight and inexperienced girl. I nod, too full to speak. He’s right, it is a tight fit. He slowly starts to move at a quicker pace and his hands are on my shoulders pulling me back onto him. He feels so damn good. A sheen of perspiration covers both of our bodies and I feel myself start to quiver.
“Not yet,” he snaps. “Let me enjoy you some more.” He moves me up until I am sitting on his lap with my knees on either side of his legs. Pulling my head to the side by my hair, he gently swipes his tongue through my open lips, and he kisses me with such tenderness I feel weak. My eyes roll back in my head. His hands move, one on my breast and the other down to my clit where he circles with perfect precision.
“Circle your hips,” he whispers. “I won’t move, take me how you want me.” I groan as I feel his hard length move inside me when I circle. This man is hot.
“Baby, why didn’t you go to the strip show tonight?” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “Because you asked me not to.”
“Is that the only reason?” I swipe my tongue through his lips again, daring him to give me the truth I so desperately want. He tweaks my nipple and my body shudders in response. I’m close.
“Why would I want to watch other women take their clothes off? When you’re the only woman I see.”
I smile as I kiss him again. “Good answer.” I smile.
“Shut up and fuck me,” he growls as he starts to lift me and slam me back down onto his brutal length. His mouth is open on my neck, his breathing burning me from the inside out. My head rolls back as I ride his hard punishing rhythm, one that pushes me into a shattering orgasm. I scream into his mouth and my body shudders as he bends me over and puts my elbows onto the mattress. He then really lets loose. A deep, heavy rhythm. Shit. One that I don’t think I can take for much longer. I can feel him getting harder and I know he’s close. His hands are digging into my hips as he pulls me back onto him with such force, I know I will have fingerprints on me tomorrow, and you know what? I love it. He grabs my hips and stills himself, deep inside me, and groans from his stomach. I feel his heat inside me, and I collapse onto the mattress, his sweaty body covering mine.