Torque by Gillian Archer (have you read this book .txt) 📗

thought anything in my life would turn out like I’d dreamed. My apartment is insane. My job is…yeah. Why should this be any different?”

If anything, I was insulted that she’d compared our first time with her shitty apartment and whatever the hell was going on at work. This was fucking hot sex. She just had an orgasm while I was sitting here hard as a rock. How bad could’ve it have been? What the fuck was I doing wrong? “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. Hot. Passionate. We’re tear each other’s clothes off because we couldn’t wait another second.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them again there was a sadness in them that I fucking hated to see. “But then I remembered that you’re you and I’m me.”

Oh, fuck that.

“You mean you’re the you who instantly turned wet the second I ripped your shirt off your body?” I grabbed her hand and held it against my rock-hard dick, letting her feel how hard she had made me. “You’re the you I’ve been fantasizing about all fucking month. The one I’ve been dying to get inside. The one—unless you say no real fucking quick—the one I’m gonna rip the panties off right now.”

Maddie’s eyes had grown wider with every word I spoke, and her breath came quicker until she was panting right along with me. I waited a beat, but she didn’t say a word. With a snarl curving my lips, I shoved her little skirt up her hips until her plain white panties were front and center.

The plan had been to play nice—be all sweet and gentle and make love to her. But then she had to go and compare me to a fucking job and shitty apartment.

Nice time was over.

Grabbing the thin cotton material in my fists, I ripped it open right down the center. The elastic still wrapped around her hips and the tops of her legs, but I didn’t give a fuck. The part of her I wanted was front and center.

She was a fucking wet dream come to life. All curvy hips and smooth pussy lips. I’d felt it earlier, but having it right in front of my greedy eyes had my dick throbbing impatiently. He wanted to dive deep and claim that final piece of her. And he would, but first…

I ducked down, nudging her thighs open with my shoulders.

“Oh god. You’re not…I mean you don’t have to…”

I ignored her stuttering protests that actually weren’t protesting a thing and splayed her open to me with my fingers. She gleamed back at me all pink and so fucking pretty.

I had to have a taste.

I ran my tongue along the center of her with long slow licks like a cat enjoying its cream. Because I was. A big fucking lion who’d found the best damn cream in the fucking world.

Maddie’s hips jolted with my first lick. I shifted until I was gripping her hips, holding her down as I got to work. I licked and teased her with my tongue and teeth until her gasps turned into low, throaty moans. I didn’t know which was hotter—the taste of Maddie’s arousal or the fucking hot sounds she made as I enjoyed her.

Since she wasn’t thrashing against me anymore, I used one hand to tease her. Filling her with one finger, I cursed at the thought of feeling those silky walls clasping me tight. And she would be tight. I added another finger, and she hissed as she stretched around me.

“Oh god. Nathan. I don’t. I can’t…”

I could tell by her tightening muscles that she was close. It wouldn’t take much more to send her over the edge. Another few thrusts of my fingers, a little tickling action of my tongue against her clit and she’d be a goner. Unfortunately for her she’d pissed me off with her little you and me speech.

Pulling away, I grabbed the box of condoms I’d tossed onto the bed earlier.

“What? Where?” Maddie blinked a few times and sat up, shoving her tousled hair out of her eyes. “Nathan?”

I ripped open the foil package and could practically feel her greedy eyes watching me roll the condom down the length of my dick. “Get up.”

“What?” Her eyes darted up from my dick to meet my eyes as she took in my narrowed-eyed stare. “I thought—”

“I said get up. Roll over.” Impatient, I reached down and pulled her into the position I wanted—on her hands and knees. Nope, that wasn’t quite right. Placing a hand on the back of her neck, I pushed until her tits rested on the sheets with her pretty little pussy front and center before me. “Perfect.”

Maddie made a little shuddery breath, but other than that didn’t protest at all.

Fine by me.

I kneeled on the bed behind her, one hand on the top of the condom and my other hand on her hips. My dick nudged against her folds, parting them as I slowly pressed inside her.

Holy fucking god. She was hot. Wet. And so fucking tight. I wanted to pound her deep. Just thrust until we were both coming. But I didn’t. Maddie was too tight and too fucking precious to just use her body like my dick wanted.

Instead, I stopped once my hips rested against her ass and took a deep breath. Counted to five. Then ten. And then it happened.

Maddie wiggled her hips against me. Like she was impatient for me to fuck her.

I grinned smugly. Holding her hips in my hands, I slowly moved the way she’d silently urged me. In and out. In and out. “What was it you said?”

Maddie had been rocking with me but with my words, she froze under me.

“You’re you. You’re the you who made me so fucking hot I had to rip your shirt off you. Then rip your panties off. You’re the you who’s so fucking sexy I’ve been dreaming for too long of fucking you with your tight little black skirt pushed up.” I