Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
But it was her mouth that kept pulling his attention away from that warm pussy engulfing his dick.
Because what she was doing with her mouth was going to be his downfall. It didn’t help that, while she sucked, licked and nibbled on one nipple, she twisted the other one with her fingers.
Fuck yeah. This was why he’d pierced his fucking nipples.
This right here.
“Reese,” he groaned, keeping one hand firmly in her hair and, with the other, finding one of her rock-hard nipples, thumbing the tip before pinching it firmly. That got her increasing her pace, so he twisted it to the point where he knew it had to be uncomfortable.
And that had her slamming down on him and grinding.
Well, that fucking backfired.
“You close?” he forced up his tight throat. Because, fuck, he was close. He was closer than close. He was teetering...
Dangerously.
She began to rock back and forth, grinding her clit against him. She groaned against his nipple, making the metal barbell vibrate.
Holy fuck.
She released his nipple, lifted her head and shouted, “I’m going to come,” so loudly it made Justice tear across the deck, barking. She grabbed his face and took his mouth, smothering his own grunt as she drove down on him harder and faster, making the chair creak scarily.
If the chair collapsed...
Fuck the chair. The thick cushion would soften the fall.
“Oh, yes. I’m coming,” she groaned, making him groan as she circled her hips and drove her clit harder into him.
She whimpered. He whimpered. And the pressure in his lower body built to the point of no return.
He swore he saw stars, other than the ones in the sky above them, when he exploded at the same time she did. With a grunt, he finally released all the cum he’d been desperate to hold back, relieving that pressure.
She collapsed onto his chest, her pussy still squeezing him tightly as his dick pulsed, emptying his balls until there was nothing left.
He gripped her hips, holding her there, keeping her connected, and dropped his head back to the cushion to stare up at the night sky, trying to catch his breath and slow his racing heart.
This was not how he pictured having sex with her for the first time.
Not like this.
He figured she’d want it to be more dignified.
He smiled.
She shifted her hips until he slipped from her. Way too soon. With a sigh, she swiped her hair out of her face and sat up.
She stared down at him for a couple heartbeats, then moved to get off him.
“Hey—” He wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.
“Thank you.”
Thank you? Was she shitting him?
“I have to go now.”
“You live here,” he reminded her.
“To bed,” she mumbled, standing naked next to the lounge chair, staring at the French doors that led into the house.
“Reese—”
“Thank you,” she repeated.
What the fuck?
“Reese...” He carefully removed the wrap and when he looked up, she was already heading inside.
The door softly clicked closed. And he hoped to fuck she didn’t lock it on him.
He turned, still holding the full wrap. Through the window, he watched her walk naked across her great room, go into her room and close the door.
What the fuck just happened?
Justice came trotting up, his tail straight up and a fucking grin on his face.
“It’s just me and you, dude. Guess she don’t wanna cuddle.”
She hadn’t slept that good in...
Ages. She wasn’t even sure when she’d last slept like she was buried six feet under.
She also didn’t remember setting her alarm for four a.m. But, surprisingly, she had set her alarm for that insanely early hour. And now, dressed and ready for the day, it was five.
Apparently, her buzzed-self decided it was a good idea to sneak out of the house early and avoid a discussion of what happened on the deck with the person it happened with.
Completely sober-self agreed that was a great idea. It was one way to avoid any awkwardness.
She hesitated in the kitchen, desperately wanting a strong dose of coffee, but afraid the smell of fresh brewed caffeinated bliss might drift upstairs and wake Deacon. Then her plans of escaping early would all be for nothing. She’d stop at the local donut shop on her way into the office for a caffeine fix and maybe a breakfast sandwich.
She chewed on her bottom lip when she spotted the empty wine bottle on the counter. A reminder of what happened.
Well, one besides the vivid memory she’d replayed in her mind as she showered.
She spotted the clothes she’d abandoned on the deck last night draped over the arm of her leather sectional sofa. His black leather boots were lined up on the floor next to her clothes.
She closed her eyes and sharply inhaled to fight another replay of what they did in the lounge chair last night. That inhale reminded her of how she had smoked pot last night. Crazy.