Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
All of the ways my mind could conjure up were such that it wouldn’t entertain them before expelling them, violently.
“It makes fucked-up sense if you’re in that kind of fucked-up business,” Eric noted. “They don’t have to worry about quality control because they don’t give a shit about it. They can use fear and pain as motivators. Though, they probably have to feed them, otherwise, they’re free labor, so the profit-margin doesn’t take a hit.”
“We have to deal with these fuckin’ guys,” I clipped.
“We have to deal with these fuckin’ guys,” he agreed.
I glanced at my clock and groaned. “But first, I have to get ready for work.”
“Come to my place tonight. Pack a bag. I’m cooking.”
“You’re on.”
“Later, honey.”
“’Bye, baby.”
We hung up. I gave myself a moment to think about how sugary-sweet our goodbyes were and how I felt about that.
I quickly decided I not only had no problem with it, I loved it.
Then me and my toothbrush hit the bathroom (after, of course, we hit the bottle of bleach) so I could get ready for work.
TWENTY-TWO
SEX HAIR
Eric was fucking me missionary style, and I was totally down with it, seeing as I was close, he had a finger to my clit that was working magic, so I was about to get hit with what I knew from recent experience would be a rocket of an orgasm.
And then he pulled out.
I did not complain, because I was learning what would happen next, I just couldn’t be sure how it would happen. Though, I could be sure I’d like it.
This time, Eric chose rolling me to my belly, hiking me up by my hips, then pounding in.
One could say I’d also learned that getting tossed around and positioned by a strong man who knew what he wanted and had some serious power in his hips was the best.
I reared back into his mighty thrusts, pressing my forehead to his bed and reaching for my clit.
I mean, seriously.
That big dick did some of the work, but mostly, my man could fuck.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Eric grunted. “Feel like fucking your pretty wet pussy for a while.”
My vaginal walls clenched at the addition of his sexy talk.
Eric let out a growly purr.
My vaginal walls clenched again.
Mm.
Righty ho. I was cool with straight fucking for as long as he could do it.
His fingers trailed a tease along my skin over the cheeks of my ass, the small of my back, my spine and ribs, while I gladly took his fucking.
Until he squeezed my ass hard with both hands and murmured, “Work it, Jessie.”
Oh, I was gonna work it, all right.
I met him, thrust for thrust, our flesh slapping violently, and I didn’t think I could work it any harder.
Until he squeezed my cheeks again, the pads of his fingers pressing deeper this time, and he growled, “Sweetest ass on the planet. Fuck.”
One could say my man was an ass man. Which was good, since I had an abundance to give to him.
But I loved that he dug that about me so much, I started slamming into him as he slammed into me.
I was close again, from just fucking, so of course he pulled out.
I was a wee bit less patient with it this time.
I lifted my head to share this but got stuck on watching him drop to his back and turning his handsome head my way.
“Climb on,” he ordered.
I didn’t hesitate.
I climbed on, impaled myself, and rode his thick dick, my eyes glued to the splendor before me. His tousled hair. The dark hunger in his gorgeous face. The liquid ink of his eyes. His wide, hairy chest, bulging pecs and defined abs.
God, how did I get so lucky?
For his part, Eric alternately watched our connection and my face before he locked on my face and put a thumb to my clit.
I knew by that he meant business this time, so I whimpered in anticipation, did it again (and a lot louder) when his thumb hit the spot…
And someone laid on the doorbell.
What?
No!
He pulled me down to full of him, his eyes aimed across the room toward the door, his lips whispering, “The fuck?”
He held me where I was while I attempted to process this devastating turn of events as he reached a long arm out for his phone on the bedstand.
He engaged it. We both saw no notifications on his screen, which meant this wasn’t Nightingale business we’d missed while concentrating on fucking.
The person was still laying on the doorbell.
Gently, Eric pulled me off his cock.
And again…
No!
A quick peck on the lips, then he said, “Be right back.”
He rolled off the bed, grabbed his cargos and was still yanking them over his superior ass as he sauntered to the door.
I scowled at the door after he disappeared through it.
I then curled thighs to tits on my ass in his bed, hoping this was just a really intent Jehovah’s Witness that Eric could send on their way, and he would indeed be right back, because we’d had dinner (Eric made spaghetti, it had some heat to it, which made it awesome). Now all I needed was a mega-Eric-induced orgasm, followed by cuddle time, and then sleep, because we had to be up at 3:15 to hit the stakeout.