Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Oh, god,” I whispered breathlessly. “I’m already close.”
“Come,” he ordered. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll follow you.”
I took him at his word, my eyes slamming shut as he pounded inside of me.
I let my hand sneak between my open thighs to find my clit, slowly circling it with one finger to give me that last little push that I needed.
“Fuck me,” Apple ground out gruffly. “I can feel your pussy trying to swallow me whole.”
I wasn’t aware what my vagina was doing to his cock at that moment in time because my orgasm took hold of me, pulling me down into the depths of pleasure so deep and hard that I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.
One second, I was urging it forward, and the next it’d grabbed a hold of me.
Vaguely, I heard Apple curse as his thrusts became erratic.
Wet splashes of come shot from the tip of his cock, bathing my insides in his essence.
My eyes slammed shut as stars burst behind my lids, completely taking over my vision.
And I heard the slam of a door, closer this time, and my brother said. “Do you have your clothes on yet? And where the fuck is Apple?”
I quietly laughed as Apple pulled himself out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he did.
“Jesus, it’s dripping,” I whispered frantically.
Apple grabbed my pillow and ripped the pillowcase off, shoving it between my legs to catch his release that started to leak from my entrance.
“Thanks,” I muttered dryly. “That’s exactly what I wanted all over my pillow.”
He shrugged unrepentantly and shoved his still wet cock back into his pants.
“I’m going out the window. Hurry up,” he ordered.
“But my pants!” I gasped before he could leave.
He stopped and looked at me expectantly.
I smiled and wiped myself clean with the pillowcase, tossing it into the hamper by the door.
Once clean enough, I yanked my pants and underwear back into place and hurried to him, tripping on my shoe laces as I did.
He caught me before I could test out the padding in the carpet and righted me.
Then buttoned my pants, effectively cutting off my air supply.
“Thanks,” I wheezed.
He winked as he walked over and opened the window without another word.
I sat on the bed and tied my shoes as I heard the front door open and my brother say, “Where the fuck have you been?”
I didn’t hear Apple’s reply.
I decided to hurry, though, just in case.
Grabbing my purse and my bag, I ran out the door of my bedroom.
Upon seeing me, Ridley gathered his wallet, keys and gun and started across the room.
“Was it decided where we are stopping to eat yet?” Ridley asked as he pushed out the door. “I’m hungry,” he explained. “Kitt, lock the door.”
I rolled my eyes, but pulled my keys out of my purse and locked the door, even though my brother could’ve done it just as easily as I could.
“The last I heard was that we were meeting at the interstate and then going to find something after that,” Apple said as he offered me his hand.
I took it and walked down the porch steps, tossing my bag to Ridley as I went.
He let it fall to the ground, and I lost sight of him as I rolled my eyes toward the sky as I asked God for a brother who wasn’t such a shithead in my next life.
When I finally looked forward, it was to find my small bag with the minimal clothes I was allowed to bring sitting next to Ridley’s bike. The moment we got close enough, Ridley picked it up and launched it at Apple.
“Told her to pack light, but this is likely as good as it’s going to get. Let me know if you can’t fit it all, and I’ll shove some in mine,” Ridley offered.
I stuck my tongue out at him, but it was lost on him since he couldn’t see it.
It wouldn’t be light yet for another hour, and I was actually kind of happy for that.
I was nervous as hell, and my face likely showed it.
I need time to chill out before he saw me fully in the light of day.
“Sounds good,” Apple replied.
I waited nervously beside the bike and watched as Apple shoved my bag into the saddle bag, nervously biting my fingernail as I watched his ass in the near darkness.
I offered him my purse next, and my pills shook as he took it from me.
I could almost feel the caress of his gaze as he looked at me questioningly.
Yes, I had to take meds.
A lot of them.
Well, not a lot. Just two, but I had to take them frequently throughout the day.
I had partial complex seizures, and they were mostly controlled through the meds that I took morning, noon, and night. And I’d thrown in my multivitamins as well as some ibuprofen just in case.