Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she moaned and dug the heels of her feet into my ass cheeks, urging me deeper and I gave her exactly what she wanted. I slid deep, buried as far as I could go while she pulsed and clenched around me.
“Oh, fuck.”
“More, Gavin. I want it all.”
I did, too, but I also wanted it to last so I took my time with slow, deep strokes that ripped moan after moan from her, growls that vibrated my insides. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. Her nails dug deep, her tongue slid across my skin, wherever she could reach. She held me close while I fucked her, crying her pleasure until her voice cracked. “Oh, Suzie.”
“Gavin.”
“Suzie.”
She smiled and pulled me down to kiss me as her pleasure built, stack by stack until her arms and legs were wrapped around me like a spider monkey, until her tongue swirled with mine and her core clamped down on me, squeezing me tight. Milking me dry. “Gavin, I’m close.”
“I know, babe. I feel it. I fucking feel it.” She was tight and wet and it was more than I could take. “Let go, Suzie. I’m right here, just let go.”
Moments later, that was just what she did. In a beautiful, blazing fire of light and color, Suzie let go. Her body flushed a magnificent hade of pink all the way to her nipples and she came, hard and fast, her ecstasy coated my cock like a second skin. “Gavin, oh Gavin! Shit!” She cursed until her orgasm slowed and, eventually, subsided. Tiny aftershocks rocked her body while I thrust slow and deep until her body ripped my pleasure from me like a thief in the night.
“Oh, Suzie!” At that moment, she dug her heels deep, sending me to the brink while her body clamped with aftershocks around me. My legs shook until all the pleasure was wrenched from my body and I collapsed on top of her. “Fuck, Suzie.”
“You just did that,” she said with a rueful laugh. “And you did it quite well.”
“Thanks?”
She pulled me down and kissed me. “No, Gavin, thank you.”
“Trust me when I tell you, Suzie, it was my absolute fucking pleasure.” And it would be my pleasure to do it again and again, before the sun rose and turned this night into a mist of memories.
Suzie
I can’t believe I had sex with Gavin Ross. That thought ran through my mind at least one hundred times after Gavin dropped me off at home the next morning.
He’d woken up me, as streaks of red and orange infiltrated his bedroom, with kisses all over my overheated, naked skin. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming until his tongue flicked across my nipple, a move that yanked me from dreamland and right into a real-world fantasyland where Gavin spent endless minutes with his lips on my flesh, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back and doing it again.
Then it was my turn to get my lips and tongue and teeth on him. The low grunts and sexy growls when I slid a tongue over his nipples, when I took him deep in my mouth, were sounds that would be etched in my mind for all of eternity. It had been the perfect start to the day.
The part I couldn’t stop thinking about, though, came later, long after we were dressed and I had limped my way up the stairs to my house, with Gavin at my side.
“When can I see you again, Suzie?” He stood in front of me with a sexy little smile on his face, one hand still on my back in support.
I let out a semi-frustrated sigh and shook my head. “You don’t have to pretend that was anything more than one night, Gavin.”
“What? Why does it have to be just one night? And more importantly, why would you want just one night? It was a night worth repeating.”
True, I knew those fantasies would fuel me for weeks, maybe months to come. “Gavin, please.”
“No, I’m serious. Tell me you only want one night, and I promise to give up after a week of trying to change your mind.” He winked and I smiled, because it was impossible not to smile when Gavin was around.
Did I only want one night? Hell no. “It’s not that.”
“Good.” His shoulders relaxed. “Because last night, the whole night, was hot as fuck and I’ve got at least a dozen different ideas of what else I want to do to you, how I want to make you come.”
There was no point pretending this wasn’t what I wanted—it was, and that admission allowed all the tension to flee my shoulders. “Fine, we can see each other again. But not out in public.”
“Ouch.”
“Sorry.” I smiled and put a hand on his shoulder the moment we were inside my house with the door closed. Finally. “It’s not that I’m ashamed—obviously, you’re gorgeous and charming. But when you leave, I don’t want the whole damn town pitying me and thinking that you left me lovelorn.”