Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Travis didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you naked?” he finally asked.
I laughed, looking down at myself. I was pretty much naked. “Pretty much. I only have on panties. I was changing into my pajamas.”
He groaned. “Fuck, baby. I’m picturing you changing, and now my dick is hard.”
I bit my lip, wishing he were here. “Want me to do something about it?” I asked him.
I was turned on just by the fact that he had told me he was hard. I could just picture him lying in bed, ready for me to ride him. “Yeah,” he said huskily. “What would you do to me, baby?”
I laid down on my bed, not bothering to get dressed yet. “I would slowly take you into my mouth all of the way and let my teeth graze your dick, just like you like.” He groaned in response. “I would slowly take you almost completely out of my mouth, and then, I’d suck you really hard, taking you all the way back in. I would lick your tip like you love me to do, and when you came, I’d swallow all of it.”
“Fuck,” he groaned out.
I was loving this. Who knew that phone sex could be so damn erotic? I was turned on just by his harsh breathing. I knew he was trying to get himself off.
“Then, I’d slide on top of you and take you deep in my pussy, and I’d ride you hard. I’d start off slow, but then I’d ride you hard and fast.” He cursed, his breathing picking up. “While I’m riding you, I’d rub my tits and pinch and roll my nipples.”
“Katie,” he groaned out, and I knew he’d come. “God, baby. Do you want me to help you get off?” he asked me.
I’d love for him to, but if we kept this up, we’d never get off the phone tonight. That wouldn’t be good for either of us. We both needed our sleep because we both had to get an early start to the day tomorrow. “I’d love for you to, but not tonight. We both have things to do tomorrow, and we need our sleep. It’s going to be hard enough to sleep without you, so I need to get what rest I can get.”
He sighed. “I know, baby. Text me when you wake up in the morning, yeah?”
“I will,” I promised.
He hung up, and I sighed, finally getting dressed into my pajamas. I really did miss him already. This was going to be one hell of a long three months.
December
I rolled my eyes at my dad who was gazing at his cake like it was going to give him the best sex of his life. “Sweetheart, that’s the best damn looking cake I’ve ever seen.”
I laughed. “Dad, you’re crazy,” I told him, wondering how much he’d already had to drink. It wasn’t often he drank a lot. “It’s not going to give you an orgasm.”
He wiggled his eyebrows at me, taking a swallow of beer from his bottle. “It just might. You never know.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew right then that he was drunk off his ass. It was his birthday today. He had officially stepped down from being president, and I had taken over. Travis said he would have come today for the ceremony, but he had a run that he had to go on. It was understandable, so I didn’t really get bothered with it, even though I really wished he could have been there.
Amy came into the room dancing. She was holding a bottle of water, and even without alcohol, this woman was managing to party her ass off. “James,” she called out, “come twerk with me!”
I wanted to slap my forehead. For fuck’s sake, she did not just ask my dad to twerk with her, had she? I guess she had because my dad grinned, and they ran off to the dance floor like little kids and started twerking. “Oh, my God,” I muttered. “I can’t believe I’m actually watching this.”
“I know. It’s fucking disturbing,” someone breathed in my ear.
I spun around, coming face to chest with Travis. “Travis!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck. I slanted my lips across his, kissing him so hard I thought I was going to suck his soul right out of his body. “I thought you said you had a run today!”
He laughed softly and kissed me again. “I lied. I wanted to surprise you.” He looked at my dad and Amy and shook his head. “Is your old man always like that when he’s drunk?”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s nothing. He thinks his cake is going to give him an orgasm.”
Travis’s laughter boomed out of his chest, making my own chest swell with happiness. God, I had missed him so much.
He looked down at the cake and licked his lips. “Okay, I can definitely see why he would think that. That’s a damn good-looking cake. Can I take some of the icing?”