Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“You keep staring at it… it may think you like him,” Joey jokes.
“I do like it. A lot.”
“When you’re better, you can tell it all you want… with your lips.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
His hands massage my scalp, and I somehow fall forward, so my head is now resting on his stomach while he washes my hair.
“Close your eyes.”
I do, and the water sprays over my hair. I don’t move, even after the water is no longer raining down on me. Next, he starts conditioning, and I hum at the feeling of his fingers running through my hair. “Why don’t you want to marry me again?” I ask. I’m going to blame my outburst on my sickness, even though I want to know the answer. He looks after me as if we are husband and wife. Yet, he won't marry me again.
His hands pause in my hair before he answers, “I don’t want kids.”
“Neither do I,” I tell him. “Apart from the one I already have.”
“You don’t want any more kids?” he asks, seemingly surprised.
“Nope. Done and dusted,” I state, and I mean it. “It wasn’t my plan to have Jerome, but I wouldn’t change him for the world.”
“He’s a good kid.”
“The best.”
“Close your eyes again.”
“Your cock is still staring at me.” I feel his chuckle as my head rests against him. When he’s done, he flicks off the water, and I lift my head. “That was nice. Thank you.”
He reaches out and helps me stand, then leads me out of the shower. Grabbing two towels, he wraps the first around me, then the other around his waist.
“If I had energy, I would totally sit on your cock right now.”
“And I would let you,” he says as he helps me walk back to the bed. As soon as we reach it, I drop the towel and climb in. He picks up the towel and starts drying my hair. I almost fall asleep at the movement until he lays me back down.
“Go to sleep, Adora.”
“No darling?” I ask as my eyes become heavy.
“Goodnight, darling.” I feel his lips touch my skin, but I can’t say anything because my eyes shut, and I’m back asleep.
I feel good, refreshed.
Not as weak as I did when I woke up yesterday. I’ve been up and used the bathroom and now just continue to lie here while Joey sleeps next to me. Did he sleep next to me the whole night? His hand moves and touches my belly—my bare belly. The warmth of him sends tingles all through my body.
Incredibly intense tingles.
I move just a bit, and his hand drops lower. He’s asleep, so I know he didn’t do it on purpose, but everything in me is on edge right now from feeling him right there. Reaching down, I lift his hand and move in closer to him, so his hand wraps around me. He pulls me in, still without waking, and now our naked bodies are flush against each other. I feel him start to harden between us as I move my hips ever so slightly.
And I get wet.
Let’s be real, I was already wet.
I want him.
Badly.
My whole body is alight and ready for him.
“Joey.” I slide my hand down under the blanket and grip his hip before I let it slide between us and to his cock.
His eyes open and lock on mine. “Darling.”
I smile at the endearment and hook my leg over his.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his hands gripping me tight.
“I’m…”
“Yes?”
“Needy.” I smile at him and let go before I lift the blanket and slide down under it, pushing his hips to the side, so he is lying on his back. I grip his cock in my hand before I lean down and lick the tip. That simple touch makes him buck under me, and with my other hand, I cup his balls.
“Fucking hell, Adora.” His hand grips my hair, and he pulls, not to control me but to show me he has me. And he does.
Going as far as I can until his cock hits the back of my throat without me gagging, I repeat the motion. And the sounds that leave his throat are deliciously addicting. I feel his balls tighten, and before I can stop him, he pulls my hair, lifting my head, so his cock leaves my mouth. When I look up, he’s staring at me intently.
“You stopped me,” I say, wiping my mouth.
Pulling me to him, my body falls onto his. He pushes my hair from my face, so our gazes lock once again.
“You want it so badly, come and sit that sweet little pussy on my cock.”
I sit up and lean back, smiling. His hands find my tits, and he grips them as I position myself, straddling his hips. They squeeze once more, pinching my nipples, before they slide up to my neck, gently holding while I drop myself onto him with a moan. When I’ve taken him fully, he grips my neck hard, bringing my eyes back to his.