Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Lust bolts straight to my clit.
“Yours?”
“Yep. I licked them, so they’re mine.”
I laugh loudly. “I don’t think it actually works like that.”
He lifts a brow. “I think you’ll find that it does. And possession is nine-tenths of the law.” He provocatively gives them a squeeze. “So, yep, they’re definitely mine. And I’m going to name them.”
“Okay, Master of My Boobs, what are you going to call them?”
He stares at my breasts and then pushes them together. “Pinky and Perky.”
Another shot of laughter flies from my mouth. “Pinky and Perky? God, you’re odd and a little bit crazy.”
He grins up at me. “Just crazy about my girls.” Then, he presses his face into my boobs and starts to motorboat them.
“Get off!” I squeal, grabbing at his head, trying to pull him off.
But then he captures one of my nipples in his mouth and gives it a hard suck.
“Oh God.” I melt against him. My fingers slide into his hair.
He lavishes attention on both my breasts. His hands grip my ass, and one of his fingers slides under my panties, teasing at my hole.
“I need you to fuck me,” I gasp.
The next thing I know, I’m moving, and Gabe is carrying me over to the railing. I don’t even argue about his leg. I just want him.
He puts me to my feet and turns me around. I take hold of the railing. His hands grab my hips, and he yanks my ass back, so I’m bent over.
“Can anyone see us up here?” I ask him.
“Do you care?”
I stare back at him. His eyes are dark and inviting. I shake my head.
He pulls my panties down. I kick them off and widen my stance, ready for him.
He groans. “You look so fucking sexy, Ava. Like a goddess.” He slaps my ass, making me moan. “My goddess.”
His.
I definitely like the sound of that.
I hear the zipper on his shorts pull down.
Excitement slides through me.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his voice raspy with desire.
“Yes.”
“I can go inside and get a condom, or I can fuck you like this. It’s your call. Just know that I’m clean. I always suit up.”
I glance back at him. “Always?”
His stare fixes on mine. His eyes are as dark as the night surrounding us. “Always,” he reaffirms.
“So, why do you want to go bare with me?”
The question seems to surprise him. Or maybe it’s not the question that surprises him, but the fact that he’s just realized that he asked to do something with me that he’s never done before.
“I don’t know,” he says honestly, his voice sounding raw. “All I do know is that I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life. And I want to feel you. All of you.”
His words touch me everywhere.
“Am I getting the condom?”
“No.”
Possession flashes in his eyes. His expression is taut with need.
He grabs hold of my hips with both hands and slams his cock inside me.
I cry out at the wanted invasion.
“Fuck,” he groans, stilling. “You feel incredible.” His hand slides up my spine, and he gathers my hair up and winds it around his hand.
He presses a kiss to my back and then tugs my hair. “Hold on tight ’cause I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
Biting my lip, I stare over my shoulder at him.
He looks beautiful. Stunning.
And he’s all mine.
Every rough, gorgeous, dirty part of him.
“I like hard. So, give me everything you’ve got.”
His nostrils flare. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
His fingers on my hip bite into my skin. He tightens his hold on my hair, and then he starts to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.
Hard and raw and maddening.
And I never want it to end.
Any of it.
Gabe
Life is good. Actually, it’s fucking great.
Things with Speedy are going really well. For the past three weeks, we’ve stuck to our rule. We keep our hands to ourselves during the day, and at night, we fuck like rabbits on Viagra.
I’m surprised I’ve managed not to fuck her in the daylight hours because she’s so damn sexy. But the wait until she’s off the clock is like the best kind of foreplay.
I can’t get enough of her. And it’s not just the sex. It’s her. She’s smart and funny—no one has ever made me laugh like she does—and she’s just so fucking gorgeous. I love spending time with her. She’s like no woman I’ve ever known before.
She sleeps in my bed every night, and of course, with her comes Gucci, who has set up a permanent sleeping residence on the chair in my bedroom.
But I don’t care. The goat has surprisingly started to grow on me. And, to have Speedy, I’ll take anything. Even a head-butting goat.
Speedy just got back from having an early dinner with her friend Logan. He’s gay. And, yes, I checked. Not that I don’t trust her. I just don’t trust other guys. I mean, look at her; she’s fucking beautiful.