Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Right there,” she whimpers as my thumb rubs circles around her clit. “Don’t stop.”
Stop? I would rather her cunt smother me to death.
Her whimper turns into a scream of pleasure as her body tenses and she starts to cum. I can feel her pussy gripping my tongue as it pulses with her release and I drink it in. I’m right there for every wave of desire that makes its way through her, and I help her drag it out into another one.
When she’s cumming for a second time, I reach for the front of my jeans and yank them open so hard the buttons nearly pop off.
I’ve got my tongue in her pussy and my hand on my cock as I fuck my fist. She rubs her wet release all over my face, and I want to wear it like a badge of honor. I want everyone to see that I was the one that got to eat her pussy, I was the one that made her cum. And I’m the only motherfucker that’s going to do it from here on out. Ever again.
She climaxes again as my seed spills over my knuckles and onto the floor. The primal voice in the back of my mind is telling me to put it inside her, to fill her up, and my cock throbs in agreement.
I stare at her soft body spread beneath me, and it would be so easy to do it. I’m still hard, and my balls ache with another load. All I’d have to do is slide my thick shaft past those pretty little lips, and I could breed her right this second.
Chapter Nine
Sabrina
Booker’s heavy body comes down over mine as my eyes flutter open. I’m pinned beneath him, and my body hums with happiness. A tingle radiates across my skin, and never in my life have I felt this way before. I’m as light as a cloud, and the only thing keeping me grounded is him.
“You’re going to take more of me, little star. Aren’t you? My sweet little star.” That's not really a question, which for some reason makes it that much hotter. I love the idea of Booker taking over. I can relinquish control and allow him to guide things. He’s going to let me forget about everything else and stay in this moment with him.
“Booker,” I gasp as he pushes the head of his cock into my entrance. My hands fly to his shoulders as he stretches me open. Holy crap, how big is he? There is a slight burn that has my sex clenching around him. He’ll never be able to fit all of it.
“Oh, fuck. I’ll have to fight my way in. And you're going to lie there and let me.” He grits his teeth, a battle raging inside of him.
“I think I’d let you do anything to me.” The words are whispered, but it’s a truthful confession. Booker is all-consuming, and I won’t deny him anything.
He lets out a curse, and I feel warmth bloom inside of me as he groans. I watch pleasure and satisfaction cross over his handsome face. Did he cum? No, he can’t have. He was barely inside of me.
I open my mouth to ask, but I don’t get the chance before the doorbell rings.
“Oh gosh.” I wiggle, pushing at his chest, not wanting anyone to see me naked.
“Shit, be still,” he says, but it’s too late.
“Booker!” I yelp as his cock slips in deeper and a sharp pain shoots through my sex.
The doorbell goes off again, and then there’s heavy knocking. This can’t be happening. The magic that was around us while we’d been lost in each other slips away.
“Don’t move that curvy ass of yours,” Booker orders before he’s pulling out of me and getting up.
I watch as he shoves his hard cock back into his jeans, and I realize he’s still fully dressed. Yet somehow I’m not completely naked. I’m honestly not sure how that happened, but when Booker touches me, I forget everything.
“Do you hear me?” he asks even as the doorbell goes off again and the knocking gets louder. “Shit,” Booker growls before heading out of the room, and I don’t get a chance to answer him.
The second he’s gone, the warmth goes with him and a chill settles over my skin. I sit there for a moment before the realization dawns on me that I'm naked, and there's someone at the front door that’s not too far away. With only a few steps, they would be able to see me lying here.
That’s the last thing I need. The gossip would spread through town like wildfire, and I can already picture the assumptions people would make. Booker would come off scot-free because that’s how these things always go.
When I hear a feminine voice, I scurry to grab my clothes. Who the hell is at his front door? I thought it was one of his many ranch workers that was having an emergency. I assumed something was wrong for the person on the other side of the door to be so persistent. I never thought of it being another woman.