One Hot Winter Break (Yardley College Chronicles Book 2) by Sharon Page
Authors: Sharon Page
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it’s a lovely warm ivory.
Lean hips, tight haunches and long legs all frame his to-die-for cock. Holding my breath, I watch as he tears open the condom packet he plucked from his jeans pocket. I watch as he holds his thick cock by the hilt and rolls the translucent sheath on it.
I’m panting as he climbs on the bed—climbs on top of me. He moves with controlled, erotic grace. Suddenly, his body is over mine, arms braced on either side of my head, muscles taut. His legs rest between mine.
Using the flat of his hand—and a fair bit of force—Jonathon pushes his erect cock down.
Chapter Five
His beautiful green gaze holds mine as Jonathon uses the swollen head of his cock to play with my aching clit. I can’t move, of course. All I can do is lie there and experience everything he does.
He makes an expert circling motion of cockhead over throbbing clit, teasing me beyond belief. “Oh! Oh God!” I writhe, pulling at the ropes that bind me.
He draws his cock with agonizing pressure across my clit, leaving me squealing, then wedges the full, taut head between my pussy lips. Braced on one arm and his legs, Jonathon waits there.
“I want you now. I need you,” I whisper, but I’m certain my pleading will just make him determined to wait.
He’s not going to hurt me, but he’s going to play with me.
With arms and legs bound, I have two ways to show need and pleasure. Moans and words. And my eyes. There’s a fire in his that scorches me.
No guy has ever looked at me so intensely. Not even Ryan.
I tug on the ropes, a little stunned by the heat and hunger in Jonathon’s emerald eyes.
His hips move and his cock slides in my slick heat, parting my pussy lips, pushing inside me. I’m drenched and he’s deep inside me in one fast breath.
I close my eyes, gasping, suddenly full. Loving the feel of his hard cock inside me. But now we’re joined, he’s so close and he’s looking directly into my eyes and I need to close them. Emotions roar up and I need to shove them away.
This is sex. Now play.
“Yes,” I moan, lifting my hips. Hard to do in this position. My muscles strain and I have to stop, lie there, and let him plunge his cock all by himself.
He gives me slow strokes at first that have me gasping, biting my lip. Then he plunges harder. Deeper. He pushes deep until I’m sobbing with pleasure.
With me tied, he’s going to be in complete control and I can’t change that. I feel like I’m submitting, but I’m willing to submit and that makes it totally different. Just like on the plane, it’s hot. Intense. There’s an edge to this that has me weak with pleasure. This is going somewhere so deep inside me, I’m falling into it.
He watches me, intently. He’s not driving to his orgasm. I see why when his cock slides against a sensitive spot in my pussy—oh god!
He holds his weight, thrusts to stroke there over and over. My fingers curl. My toes curl.
So good.
I want to grab him. Hold him. Hug him. Scratch him. Perform for him and with him. But bound by the ropes, I can’t move. All I can do is feel. That’s something I’ve never done before—not until Jonathon tied my arms on the plane, tied me up now. Just savor, experience, feel .
Feel his cock sliding in and out, stroking me somewhere that’s…amazing.
More. Oh God, yes. Yes.
He moves over me which plunges his prick deep. I know he’s going in right to the hilt so his groin collides against me and it’s amazing.
“God, yes, go deeper,” I cry.
He does, somehow. And he thrusts harder. His thrusts are so powerful he lifts me off the bed.
I’m shouting. Shouting his name. Coiling up, building up, ready to burst.
A scream, a wail, lots of sobbing. Searing, explosive pleasure bursts. It’s like fireworks in my head. I’m coming. Coming just from his incredible thrusts d.
I’ve never come without stroking my clit to get me there.
Who cares, I’m doing it now.
I thrash against the ropes, taken to wildness by
Lean hips, tight haunches and long legs all frame his to-die-for cock. Holding my breath, I watch as he tears open the condom packet he plucked from his jeans pocket. I watch as he holds his thick cock by the hilt and rolls the translucent sheath on it.
I’m panting as he climbs on the bed—climbs on top of me. He moves with controlled, erotic grace. Suddenly, his body is over mine, arms braced on either side of my head, muscles taut. His legs rest between mine.
Using the flat of his hand—and a fair bit of force—Jonathon pushes his erect cock down.
Chapter Five
His beautiful green gaze holds mine as Jonathon uses the swollen head of his cock to play with my aching clit. I can’t move, of course. All I can do is lie there and experience everything he does.
He makes an expert circling motion of cockhead over throbbing clit, teasing me beyond belief. “Oh! Oh God!” I writhe, pulling at the ropes that bind me.
He draws his cock with agonizing pressure across my clit, leaving me squealing, then wedges the full, taut head between my pussy lips. Braced on one arm and his legs, Jonathon waits there.
“I want you now. I need you,” I whisper, but I’m certain my pleading will just make him determined to wait.
He’s not going to hurt me, but he’s going to play with me.
With arms and legs bound, I have two ways to show need and pleasure. Moans and words. And my eyes. There’s a fire in his that scorches me.
No guy has ever looked at me so intensely. Not even Ryan.
I tug on the ropes, a little stunned by the heat and hunger in Jonathon’s emerald eyes.
His hips move and his cock slides in my slick heat, parting my pussy lips, pushing inside me. I’m drenched and he’s deep inside me in one fast breath.
I close my eyes, gasping, suddenly full. Loving the feel of his hard cock inside me. But now we’re joined, he’s so close and he’s looking directly into my eyes and I need to close them. Emotions roar up and I need to shove them away.
This is sex. Now play.
“Yes,” I moan, lifting my hips. Hard to do in this position. My muscles strain and I have to stop, lie there, and let him plunge his cock all by himself.
He gives me slow strokes at first that have me gasping, biting my lip. Then he plunges harder. Deeper. He pushes deep until I’m sobbing with pleasure.
With me tied, he’s going to be in complete control and I can’t change that. I feel like I’m submitting, but I’m willing to submit and that makes it totally different. Just like on the plane, it’s hot. Intense. There’s an edge to this that has me weak with pleasure. This is going somewhere so deep inside me, I’m falling into it.
He watches me, intently. He’s not driving to his orgasm. I see why when his cock slides against a sensitive spot in my pussy—oh god!
He holds his weight, thrusts to stroke there over and over. My fingers curl. My toes curl.
So good.
I want to grab him. Hold him. Hug him. Scratch him. Perform for him and with him. But bound by the ropes, I can’t move. All I can do is feel. That’s something I’ve never done before—not until Jonathon tied my arms on the plane, tied me up now. Just savor, experience, feel .
Feel his cock sliding in and out, stroking me somewhere that’s…amazing.
More. Oh God, yes. Yes.
He moves over me which plunges his prick deep. I know he’s going in right to the hilt so his groin collides against me and it’s amazing.
“God, yes, go deeper,” I cry.
He does, somehow. And he thrusts harder. His thrusts are so powerful he lifts me off the bed.
I’m shouting. Shouting his name. Coiling up, building up, ready to burst.
A scream, a wail, lots of sobbing. Searing, explosive pleasure bursts. It’s like fireworks in my head. I’m coming. Coming just from his incredible thrusts d.
I’ve never come without stroking my clit to get me there.
Who cares, I’m doing it now.
I thrash against the ropes, taken to wildness by
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