Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I evened it up on her other cheek before pressing my cock against her dripping pussy, getting myself all slicked up as I rocked against her cleft, my head rubbing her clit in the process.
“You think you’re ready for me?” I asked, shoving my fingers back in, getting a ragged groan out of her as I spread her with them.
“Yes,” she cried, dropping her front lower, and arching her ass up toward me more.
“Feel ready to me,” I agreed, pulling out my fingers, then slamming my cock inside of her to the base, feeling her tight welcome, and the way her moan was almost pained as she adjusted to me.
I didn’t pause then.
We were both too far gone.
I gave it to her as hard and fast as I told her I would, using her hips to ram her back against me as I surged inside her. Occasionally landing slaps to her ass that had her gasping and groaning as I drove her closer and closer to that cliff.
Then sent her soaring over.
Her pussy was a vice grip on my cock as she came.
I wanted to take my time with her.
Make her come on my dick ten times over.
But we had things to do.
So I gave into the ache in my balls to surge deep, to claim every inch of her, then come when settled all the way in.
So hard I swear I saw fucking white.
I recovered first, pulling back, then carefully out, worrying she might be sore with how ruthlessly I’d fucked her, then moving out of the room to go deal with the condom.
When I came back, she was still folded forward on her forearms, ass high, taking deep breaths to try to bring calm back into her body.
Ego stoked at the sight of her ecstatic destruction, I went ahead and grabbed an outfit off of her racks, then draped it over the mirror.
Turning, I found her up on her knees, still shamelessly bare to me, her eyes heated still. But it was more than that. There was something in the depths that had my chest feel like something had suddenly cracked it open. And I swear to fuck, I could feel her slipping inside.
“Don’t look so smug,” she said, scrunching her face up at me.
“Hard not to be when you’re looking like that,” I said, shrugging, and offering my hand to help her back onto her feet.
“You owe me lunch now after the bank,” she told me, accepting the clothes I picked out for her. “I wasn’t hungry before. I’m starving now,” she said, turning and walking, bare-ass naked, to the bathroom, and closing the door.
Alone, I grabbed my coffee and went back into the living room, dropping down on the couch, feeling better than I had in fucking ages. Years. Maybe ever.
In the bathroom, Cali’s phone started blasting some aughts pop-rap hits, and I smiled as she sang along as she, I imagined, did her makeup.
She emerged maybe ten minutes later wearing the black jean shorts I’d picked out and some sort of strappy aqua-colored tank top that had one of those shelf bras that kept her nipples a secret, but the back made it clear she did not have a bra on, all open and exposed.
I probably should have picked something with more fabric if I was actually going to let her try to be the one steering the bike. But I figured I could always do that lesson somewhere grassy and eliminate the chance of road burn as a whole.
I wasn’t the kind of man who wanted a woman he was with to be in a fucking burlap sack. I was okay with others seeing what was mine.
Mine?
Some part of me still wanted to object to that.
But the larger part of me screamed that there was nothing more right than this woman belonging to me, always being at my side.
“Ready?” she asked after going into the dressing room to slip into a pair of low canvas sneakers.
“Yeah. Do you have the key? And you will probably need the documents in the folder, your ID, and…”
“And?” she prompted.
My gut tightened. “The death certificate.”
“Oh,” she said, face tight. “Right. I have… copies. When Mom died, we didn’t get enough copies. It was a, you know, problem,” she said. “So I asked for twenty,” she said, mood sinking by the second as she dug in a cabinet to produce said copies. “That’s the max you can get for free,” she told me as she gathered all the documents she needed. “Just need to get a bigger purse,” she said, waving her wristlet at me before disappearing into the dressing room again.
She came back with a crossbody bag that was on the bigger side. “I don’t know what might be in there,” she explained as she put the documents in. “And we won’t have anywhere to put things on the bike.”