Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Weston hovered over me, supporting himself with one arm by my head as he kissed his way down my neck until he reached my full, aching breasts. He massaged one while he took the other in his mouth, sucking hard on my nipple until it was pert for him. He bit the peaked bud, and I whimpered, lightning streaking through my veins from the small hurt.
“Shhh,” he chided me, and I bit my lip to hold back my laugh.
His grin deepened as he moved to the other breast, repeating his delicious torture, all the while ignoring my needy, shameless grinding against him. His cock was hard as I shifted against him, sliding through my heat as I tried desperately to get the friction I needed.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he whispered, his lips pressing against mine. He tangled his other hand in my hair, arching my neck back so I could meet his eyes. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he said, kissing me fiercely before drawing back, shifting his free hand down to press against my knee, spreading me wider for him. “I imagined you in this bed, beneath me, dozens of times.”
I trembled beneath him, whimpering as he reached between us and dragged his cock through my wetness. Teasing me and himself. Torturing me as I arched up, desperate to get him inside of me.
“You can have me any way you imagined,” I said, the words breathy. “Just take me.” We’d had the protection conversation weeks ago. We were both clean. I was on the pill, and we’d decided we’d much rather have sex without the thin barrier between us.
Weston smirked, drawing the head of his cock around my pulsing clit.
“Look at you,” he said, pushing up enough to look down at me. “You’re all flushed and needy. So fucking beautiful.”
“Wes,” I begged, dragging my nails lightly down his chest. He groaned at the touch, a muscle in his jaw flexing. “Please.”
“God, Brynn,” he said, leaning down to brush a kiss over my lips. “I love it when you say my name like that.”
“Wes,” I said it again, coaxing the word out like a caress.
He growled lowly, shifting between my thighs, situating himself right at my entrance—
And thrust inside until he bottomed out.
My back bowed beneath him, a lick of flame striking down the center as he pulled out and did it again. Each motion was slow, deliberate, and dragged out my building pleasure. His strong chest pressed against mine as he pumped inside me, our bodies flush, my breasts rubbing against him with each move, electrifying my entire body.
This time was different.
I don’t know how, but it was. I could feel it in the way he was taking his time, could see it every time his rich brown eyes met mine. My heart expanded in my chest, filling my soul with a sense of completion and need I couldn’t possibly contain.
He pulled all the way out only to slide right back in, his pelvic bone grinding against my throbbing clit with each thrust. My muscles tensed, everything inside me tightening. I dug my nails into his back, rocking my hips up to meet every one of his moves until we fell into a rhythm that had both of us breathing ragged.
“Omigod,” I moaned when he held still inside me for a few seconds, stretching out the anticipation as my body shivered around his. “Wes,” I moaned his name, and he reached up, flattening his hand over my mouth.
My eyes flew wide, sparks shooting down my spine at the restraint. He watched my eyes as he resumed his pumping, pounding into me harder, faster. Heat coiled inside me, ratcheting up until I could hardly think around the building sensation.
I bucked beneath him, meeting him with the same intensity.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and my hand flew to his mouth, covering it exactly as he did mine. He growled against my hand, but didn’t slow his pace.
I moaned against his hand, the sound muffled as he thrust inside me, each quickened thrust smacking my aching clit until—
I clenched around him, my orgasm shuddering down my body in hot waves. He groaned against my hand, driving one orgasm right into another as he found his release inside me.
For a moment, we just lay there, catching our breath as we both looked at each other, our hands covering each other’s mouths. I smiled against his, and then he laughed as we slowly pulled our hands away.
I laughed too, unable to stop the joy spreading throughout every inch of me.
“Was that anything like you imagined?” I asked after he’d cleaned us up and we’d settled under his covers. I’d sneak off to my room later, but for now, I just wanted him to hold me.
He tucked me closer against his chest, holding me tight before looking down at me and smiling. “Better,” he said, planting a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. “Better than I could’ve ever imagined.”