Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
There was a moment of stunned silence as I tried to understand the words that had just come out of her mouth.
And when I finally did, my cock went from ‘soon, buddy’ to ‘right the fuck now.’
“Ares,” I groaned as I started to walk her into the house backward.
“But you need to get Trigger settled,” she said as her back hit the closed front door. “And allow him to get familiar with his surroundings.”
I opened the door with quick hands, throwing it open and letting it bounce off the plastic plate on the wall behind it.
The dog walked right in, found the first comfortable spot to lay on—which happened to be the couch—and collapsed onto it with a groan.
“I’m thinking the dog is fine,” I said.
Then I kissed her.
I’d barely gotten the door shut before I had her back in my arms.
Her mouth was on mine as I walked us into the bedroom.
I groaned as her tongue touched mine, licking hesitantly over mine as if she was afraid to kiss me.
The entire act was as adorable as it was carnal, and it made my dick harder to know that she was still shy when it came to me.
Though, we’d only had sex once, and that time had been a hasty thing on the side of the road where the entire goal was to get off fast. Not spend time learning each other’s bodies.
Her hands framed my face, and I pulled back so I could see her.
“I never intended to do this today,” I said. “I wanted to make you realize that I was with you for more than this.”
She rolled her eyes and let my face go, trusting me to hold her up as she slowly took her t-shirt and bra off.
She was still in her school clothes, so it took her a while to unbutton the shirt that had no less than a million tiny buttons.
The moment that her breasts were freed, though, I spaced out for a couple of seconds as I stared at her.
“I want nothing more than to lick and suck on these all day long.”
She snickered as she wiggled.
Getting what she wanted, I put her down on her feet and watched as the next thing to go was her tight ass pants.
She tossed them unceremoniously to the floor and then stood there in her panties and nothing else as she looked at me expectantly.
I slowly started to strip out of my clothes, starting with my boots and socks, followed shortly by my shirt.
When I stood there in only jeans, I gestured for her to come closer.
She smiled and reached for my belt, doing the rest herself.
Her hands were shaking, whether in nerves or because she was excited, I didn’t know.
But I didn’t stop her to ask.
She took my belt off, completely removing it from my belt loops before tossing it to the floor next to her own clothes.
The next thing to go was the button.
“These are tight,” she murmured as she finally got the button loose.
“They’re an older pair. I’ve gained a bit of muscle mass back since I’ve been home. All my old stuff doesn’t fit anymore,” I admitted. “I had them in my truck. Changed into them at the station after our SWAT weekly meeting.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine.
“What do you do at those?” she wondered, slowly rolling down the zipper.
The sound of the zipper moving over the teeth was incredibly loud in the silent bedroom, making my belly tighten.
Anticipation was coursing through my veins at the speed of light, making my movements feel jerky and my hands clench on air.
When the zipper met the bottom, she slowly started to work my pants over my hips.
“I…” I swallowed to clear my throat. “It’s a mandatory weekly meeting. We go every week. Talk about who needs to do what training hour-wise. Because that shit is monitored by the state.” She got my pants down over my erection, giving me a feeling of relief from the downward angle it was awkwardly pinned at.
“Seems boring,” she admitted. “Like you could’ve done a thousand other things, and they could’ve sent that to you in an email.”
I chuckled and stepped out of my pants, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. But, sadly, the weekly meetings were mandatory and they were something that we had to do in accordance with state laws.
She didn’t help me out of my underwear, though.
Instead, she backed up while hooking her thumbs into her own underwear, and walking backward until her knees hit the bed.
When she was as far as she could go, she stripped the underwear off, pushing them down her legs, then sat back onto the bed and curled her pointed finger at me.
“Come here,” she whispered.
My dick jumped in my underwear, knowing without a doubt that she was about to put my cock into her mouth.