Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Not fucking happening.
I disentangle our hands and drift my fingers up between her legs, over her soft-as-fuck skin, under her little sundress, and press the side of my hand against her wet panties. She widens her legs, giving me access to her, and my fingers tighten on her smooth skin.
“I’m fucking craving you.” My voice sounds like gravel, and I smirk in satisfaction when her thighs clench, and she gasps. “I plan on being inside you every moment possible for the next few days. Do you have a problem with that?”
I glance over to see her lick her lips and shake her head.
“No problem.”
“Good. Now, I want to know if you’re this wet because you were talking about those filthy books you like or because of me.”
She huffs out a laugh and spreads her legs a bit more, giving me more access to her warm pussy, and my cock is already hard and weeping in my jeans.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
“Oh, it’s because of you. Shit, all you have to do is breathe in my direction, and this happens.”
I can’t stop the smirk in response to her admission. “Good answer, sugar.”
After pulling into my driveway, I cut the engine, but before I can get out of the car, Harper says, “Wait.”
She unbuckles her belt and dives across the console, unfastens my jeans, and unleashes my cock. My girl doesn’t tease. She doesn’t flick her tongue around the rim or smile coyly up at me. No, she immediately sinks her mouth over me, making my head fall back against the seat.
“Fucking Christ.”
“You can’t do that,” she says when she comes up and pumps my cock. “You can’t say stuff like that, kiss me like you did back there, and expect me to be chill.”
She shakes her head and sinks down again. I can’t resist threading my hands in her hair and holding on.
I don’t push her down at first, but her hand comes back to cover mine. She presses herself harder onto my shaft, and I take the hint.
“You want me to fuck your gorgeous face, Harper?”
She moans, deep in her throat. I thrust up into her, pressing her head down, and feel the crown slide into her throat.
She doesn’t gag.
Fucking Christ, she’s perfect.
“God yes, baby. Suck me just like that.” She hollows her cheeks and pulls me so deep. Her nose is pressed against my skin, and I have no fucking idea how she’s not gagging. “Swallow my cock, Harper. I’m going to come down your throat. Is that what you want?”
She moans, sucks harder, and cups my balls with her free hand, and I lose it. I come hard, seeing stars as I fill her throat and mouth with my cum, and this gorgeous woman cleans me right up, then sits back in the seat.
Grinning at me.
She swipes her mouth with the back of her hand and looks so damn pleased with herself. I can’t resist yanking her to me so I can kiss the fuck out of her.
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this house.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Her hands are in my hair, fisted, and Christ, I think I might lose control with this woman.
I climb out of the car and cross to her side, then take her hand and lead her inside the house. The door is barely closed behind us when I turn to her, cage her in against the door, and kiss her like I’m starved for her.
Because I am.
I boost her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, and we cling to each other as we explore each other’s mouths. She tastes like wine and heaven.
She tastes like mine.
“Hang on to me, baby.”
She loops her arms around my neck and holds on while I walk to the kitchen, where I set her on the edge of the counter and lift her dress over her head, tossing it aside. My lips go immediately to her soft neck, nibbling up to her ear.
“You take my fucking breath away, beautiful girl.”
“You’re biased.”
With a shake of my head, I tug on that earlobe, making her shiver. “No. I’m not. There isn’t an inch on you that I don’t want to fucking devour, sugar.”
She sighs and reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up.
I pull away long enough for her to discard the shirt and toss it away. Then her hands are on me, and it’s as close to heaven as I’ll ever get.
Leaning forward, she presses her sweet lips to that spot right between my collarbones and works her way down to my sternum.
“You taste good,” she murmurs against my skin, making me growl.
Gripping her face in my hands, I tip her up so I can kiss her sweet lips, and her hands make a dive for my jeans.
We have two whole days to take it slow, but that’s not what this is. Right now, it’s been a week since I’ve seen her body, been inside her, touched her.