Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I’ll be yours on one condition,” I breathed, causing his eyes to narrow.
“And what’s that?” He punctuated the question with a twist of his fingers.
“If you’ll stop fucking around and actually stuff that fat cock of yours inside of me,” I hissed, pulling his mouth up to my face.
His lips crashed into mine, and he removed his hand, working at his belt, frantically, as he plundered my mouth.
I heard the crack of something hard hitting the table, but I didn’t pay it any attention as I pushed him forward slightly, ripped my bra over my head, then turned around before bending over.
Oh so slowly, I pulled my panties over my ass, exposing my readiness to him.
One large, rough palm slid up the outside of my thigh, and his thick hand slid up to my ass and grasped it.
I gasped at the feeling, the lips of my sex parting for him.
“I didn’t ask last time,” he said, touching the tip of his cock to the entrance of my sex. “If you were on birth control.”
He teased me, giving me just the very tip of his cock before pulling back. Causing my pussy to clench in need.
“Birth control. Five years now,” I said quickly, not able to get out complete sentences.
The fat cock of his started to push into me slowly, and I laid my head down on the table, reaching up to grasp the other side with both hands.
His cock slid into me in one swift push, bottoming out inside of me before he was all the way in.
“Did you know that your pussy elongates with the amount of arousal felt?” He asked softly, starting to work his stiff dick inside of me.
I moaned and shook my head, barely able to comprehend anything beyond the feeling of his cock tunneling inside of me.
“Yep. It sure does,” he said, pulling back and burying his cock into me up to the hilt.
I panted at the fullness of it all, trying in vain to hold back the tidal wave I felt barreling towards me.
It was no use, though.
Once he started moving into me with more swiftness, I was sliding into home.
The roughness of my hips slamming against the edge of the table with each of his thrusts, on top of the feel of his hands taking large handfuls of my ass and squeezing tight, had my eyes squeezing shut, and a scream of pure, white hot pleasure bursting free from my throat.
“God, yes!” I screamed.
His chuckle followed close on the heels of my scream, but I was far from caring.
His movements picked up, and suddenly my one orgasm turned into the gathering of another as each plunge and retreat of his cock had me on the precipice once again.
With one last grunt from him, and the feeling of his warm semen pouring into me, I shot off again, moaning my pleasure into the table’s top, going along for the ride.
His movements slowed after my core stopped clenching uncontrollably around him, and he slowly pulled out, leaving a warm trail of his release to run down my thigh.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I can feel my legs,” I panted.
He chuckled and then reached to the side to grab a towel out of the drawer. “Does that mean you won’t cook me breakfast while I’m in the shower?” He asked with a whine.
Chapter 14
I feel a sin coming on.
-T-shirt
Torren
Two months later
“Come take your woman home,” Cleo growled into the phone.
I looked at my watch, gauging the time and grimaced.
“I’ve got another fifteen on shift, and then I’ll come get her. What’s going on this time?” I asked, smiling like a dipshit.
“She won’t get out of my bed,” he answered grumpily.
I shook my head. “Okay, did Rue pick her up or did she drive herself?”
Rue and Tru had made fast friends in the past two months and their relationship had grown stronger than in the year they’d know each other. Tru needed it. Especially since Iliana had gotten more and more distant.
More often than not, Tru stayed over at my place if I was off, and Rue and Cleo’s place if I wasn’t. Very rarely did she stay at her place, and when she went by her apartment, Iliana’s boyfriend was there. And when the boyfriend was there, the piece of shit was there, too.
Which inevitably had put a strain on Iliana and Tru’s relationship since I sure as hell didn’t want her over there when I wasn’t. Iliana couldn’t understand the problem between the two, finding it hard to choose her long term boyfriend over her long term best friend.
Not willing to put her into that situation, Tru just stayed away. Only going home long enough to change or pick something up that she needed.
“Rue picked her up. She’s been here since she got off work over three hours ago.” Cleo growled.
I suppressed the urge to laugh my ass off.
Cleo and Rue were still pretty new, only having been married for going on half a year. He was also a flight medic who worked a lot of hours, getting time off so rarely that he wanted to spend it with his woman. Not his woman’s new best friend.
However, he knew Rue was happy, and he’d do just about anything for her happiness. Even have her friend over when he wanted his wife. Alone. In the bed that they were currently occupying.
“Okay, well I’ll get there as soon as I can,” I answered, earning myself a grunt of acknowledgement before he hung up.
However, I knew in the next moment that I’d be an hour and a half at least. And that was if I was lucky.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The tones dropped, and we were up and moving.
“Medic one. Engine one. You’re needed on East Dam Road. Two vehicle accident. One car reported to be hanging over the side of the bridge,” the dispatcher’s voice called through the radio’s speakers.
There were two types of calls. Bullshit calls. Ones that are utterly absurd, yet they’re the ones we get three quarters of the time.