Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“You’re gonna let me fuck you hard here, yeah?” he says through gritted teeth.
I hum again. He pushes deeper. I swallow his saltiness, keeping eye contact the whole time. My nipples harden, suddenly sensitive to the nubby fabric of my sweater.
“That’s a good girl. Such a good fucking girl, Ava. My God.” He sucks in a breath as he pumps his hips. At the same time, he pushes my head forward.
I gag, tears flooding my eyes, but I don’t pull back. Instead, I swallow, and his tip meets with the back of my mouth. My pussy throbs when he gives my hair a hard pull, a tingly wave moving over my scalp.
“Stay still. Right there,” he says. “You gonna let me do what I want?”
I give him a nod.
“Good. Keep breathing. I want to feel you working for it, yeah? You want my cum, you work for it.”
This guy is good at being filthy. It turns me on to no end.
I hold still as he draws out a little, then thrusts back in. I gag again. He pulls back, thrusts. Pulls back and thrusts, picking up speed.
“Aw, baby, you feel so fucking good. Almost as good as you feel between your legs. You’re sweet everywhere, pretty girl.”
Encouraged by his praise, I give his head a quick, hard suck when he pulls back. In reply, he slams forward.
“Fuck that feels good. Fuck. I’m gonna come and you best swallow all of it. Show me how much you want me, baby.” His thrusts become shallow, uneven, and then he’s closing his eyes and shouting my name. “Fuck, Ava. Fuck.”
He pulls back just enough to spill inside my mouth. There’s so much cum that I’m worried I’ll choke, but he pulls back a little more so I’m able to swallow.
Opening his eyes, he watches me take all of him, just like he asked. His blue eyes are wild, bright even in the barely there light. His shoulders are relaxed, rolled back, and his lips are parted as his chest barrels out with deep breaths that begin to slow.
It hits me just how much he needed that.
Just how much he enjoyed it. Just how much I did too.
I’ve never thought about it this way, but in my work life, I break horses and train riders all day long.
With Sawyer, I’m doing the opposite. I’m bringing out his wild. I’m not breaking him, I’m bringing him back to life.
I think he’s doing the same for me.
We look at each other for a full beat. It really is chilly out here, but I’m burning up. Judging by the sheen of sweat on his neck, he is too.
Loosening his grip on my hair, he pulls out of my mouth and grabs my elbows, helping me up to my feet. My knees hurt and so do my toes, but that’s nothing a few drinks and maybe an orgasm or two can’t fix.
Sawyer brushes the hair out of my face and tilts his head, pressing a hot kiss to my mouth. “Hey, baby.”
“Hi.” I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth.
“You’re real fuckin’ good at that.” Breaking the kiss, he thumbs the corner of my mouth. “Not a drop to spare.”
“You’re not the only overachiever here tonight.”
His lips twitch. “Bet I still got ya beat.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s circling my waist with his hands and he’s tossing me onto the hood of his truck like I weigh as much as a feather. Sitting me up, he parts my legs and steps between them, cupping my ass so he can pull me even closer. I loop my arms around his neck and play with his hair.
Then he’s kissing me, slipping his tongue into my mouth in a way that makes my skin feel two sizes too tight. He’s unbuttoning my coat and slipping a hand inside my sweater. He curses when he finds my bare breast.
“Pretty girl, you best not be lyin’ about leaving your panties at home too.”
“You forget, I’m a naked person.” Laughing into his kiss, I grab his hand and put it on the fly of my jeans.
He makes quick work of the fly. “Lift your hips.”
I do as he said, and then he pulls down my jeans a little. He settles my bare ass on the hood, which is still warm from the drive here, and reaches between my legs.
I cry out when he finds my center, pushing his first two fingers through my slit.
“You were telling the truth.” He smirks. “See? I’m the true overachiever, always getting you soaked.”
I nod, hanging on to his neck for dear life. “It’s the hat.”
And the mustache. And the emotional intelligence, and commitment to family, and the perfect dick and blue eyes and the ability to think ahead and and and …
I could go on forever. Truly.