Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
In fact, I had tried to explain, but quickly realized that allowing her to become aware of my feelings of contententment was the better way to go.
“I’ve told you over and over again that nothing you do is annoying…unless you try to make me piss our bed by putting my hand in water.”
She flushed.
“It was a freakin’ joke. I knew you wouldn’t stay asleep—or piss,” she added.
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re just lucky that you didn’t get your ass spanked,” I pushed my hips into her ass, and she collapsed over the side of the couch, her hips at the perfect position for the taking.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled my hard cock out, rubbing the head of it along the seam of her pants.
“You’re gonna have to wash these,” I watched as my pre-come smeared along the black fabric. “I’m sorry.”
She cursed, knowing that I wasn’t really sorry.
I hated when she wore these out.
They molded perfectly to her ass, and I hated how men stared when she walked by.
So no, it didn’t bother me in the least that she’d have to change out of them, especially since I knew for a fact that she’d just tossed the rest of them into the washer not even five minutes ago.
She shimmied her hips, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Are you going to talk, or do it already?” she asked. “Because we have to be on our flight in less than an hour.”
Grinning, I hooked two fingers at each side of her waist, and yanked her pants down to her knees.
She gasped at the sudden movement and braced herself more fully on the back of the couch.
“Jesus, you could’ve warned me you were in a rough mood today,” she teased.
We’d had a lot of time over the last two months to really get to know each other and our likes and dislikes.
For instance, I liked it when she deep throated me when she was on lunch break. She didn’t like it when I grabbed her hair and ordered her to take more.
According to her, she was ‘giving it all she’s got, Captain.’
She didn’t like when I hovered over her while she was working, either, pointing out things that would be better if she did them differently.
Personally, I did like that. I liked how she was so passionate about what she did. I also liked that she had no trouble telling me to fuck off—even if I was right and she was wrong.
“Aaron,” she hissed. “Please.”
I lifted my cock and drug it across the wetness coating her lips.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready,” I teased.
She growled.
My rabid little pixie.
“You’re about to die,” she snapped.
Grinning, I lined my cock up with her entrance, and slowly slipped inside.
Like every time I took her, the first few moments always took my breath away.
The tight heat of her, paired with the wetness that she only ever had for me, was enough to bring me to my knees.
“You ready for a ride, baby?” I asked her, clamping my hands onto her hips the moment I was fully embedded inside of her.
She gasped for breath.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “I’m ready for you, baby.”
I pulled out then and sank back inside, slow at first to ensure that she truly was ready.
After a few quick glides, I started to take her hard.
My thighs and abs slapping against her soft skin in a steady staccato as I plunged and retreated.
“Ah, God,” she groaned. “You’re killing me.”
Someone knocked on the door, likely Truth ready to drive us to the airport, and I cursed.
“Hurry,” I ordered through gritted teeth.
“Honey?” my mom called through the door. “Are you ready to go yet?”
I froze, half in, and half out of Imogen’s tight pussy.
“Yeah!” I called. “Just give me a minute and I’ll be right out. Imogen’s looking for something.”
Imogen covered her mouth as she tried hard not to laugh.
She wasn’t very successful due to the fact that I could feel her entire body tightening and loosening around my cock.
“All right. I’ll be in the car. Truth said to find it already and come on,” Mom called one last time through the closed door and hopefully moved down the path away from the door.
My girl could get loud when she came, and I’d hate to embarrass her before we sat on a plane with my parents and hers for the next two hours.
“We can’t do this,” she whispered as I started to push back into her.
I laughed.
“Watch me.”
Her head hung, and I grabbed a handful of her ass as I started my rhythm back up.
“You better go or we’ll be late. I’m not coming without you.”
She growled in frustration, but reached her hand back between her legs and started to rub her clit.
Every once in a while, her fingers would hit my balls, and I had to clench down on the need to take her harder and faster. Come in her hot depths without her going.