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 shook my head. “Not if you desired a wife that would participate in our honeymoon. I was suffocating to death.”
He shook his head and turned to my sister. “You have someone outside wanting to talk to you.”
She left quickly, almost as if she knew exactly who was out there.
Once the door shut behind her, I moved closer to him.
I raised my brows. “Who?”
He shrugged, “Roberts. He says he has something he needs to talk about. I didn’t ask, though. None of my business. Now you, on the other hand, are most definitely my business.”
Pulling up my shorts, I turned around and pulled the shirt up, baring my butt to his gaze.
“What do you think of my shorts?” I asked him, truly interested in the answer.
He looked down, and a grin started to spread across his face. “I like it a lot. Now,” he murmured, sliding up behind me. “Take them off.”
I gave him an amused look and started towards the door. “Nice try, big boy. We have guests waiting for us to cut the cake.”
He was already prowling towards me, completely disregarding my ‘no.’
My blood started to course thickly through my veins.
Within three steps, he was on me, and his whisper sent shivers down my spine. “If you don’t take them off, I’ll do it for you. Then you’ll have to put the dress back on because there won’t be anything left of them.”
Nerve cells on fire, I hooked my thumb into the waistband of my shorts that read, ‘Mrs. Trammel,’ and pulled them down, bending over slowly as I did so.
He growled low in his throat, and his fingers ran down my backside, curving around my inner thigh until his hand rested on my sex.
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make it as quick and painless as possible. We have to be ready to cut the cake shortly, after all,” he growled.
Shivers danced down my spine, and I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the door.
He took that as the invitation it was and slowly pulled open his belt.
The clink-clink of the two pieces separating seemed to echo off the wall, making the sound seem loud in the empty space.
His pants hit the floor with a dull thud, most likely due to the cell phone still in his pocket.
My eyes closed as I felt the head of his cock kiss the outer edges of my vagina, and I canted my ass up even more, offering him all I had to give.
He took his cock in hand, and rubbed the length of himself down the lips of my sex, coating himself in the juices flowing freely from my core.
Each pass of his cock hit my clit, and I clenched tightly, try hard not to come.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He asked, as his free hand came up my side, underneath my shirt.
When his hand found one nipple, I had to clench my hands into fists, digging my fingernails into the palm of my hand to keep my mind distracted.
This was a new game of Grayson’s, seeing how much he could tease me before I came.
Most of the time I could wait at least until he was inside me, but today he’d been sending my sexy texts, as well as bordering on pornographic photographs since early this morning.
I’d been needy and ready to go nearly all day, with no relief in sight.
He chuckled darkly against my ear, and I felt the broad head of his cock against my pussy.
Slowly, he started to push his way inside, sliding in deep with the first thrust home.
He hissed when he was seated fully, while I panted from the fullness.
“Like a fucking dream,” he murmured, pulling back slightly and slamming his hips back forward.
My arms braced harder on the door, and I bent over even more.
With each forward movement, his balls swung, colliding with my clit and sending me closer and closer to the edge.
As if sensing my pending release, he started to pick up the momentum, slamming into me until I had no other recourse but to collapse my body against the door.
He used me hard, and I loved it.
“Close,” he panted into my ear.
Letting my hand wander down to my clit, I started rubbing it in slow circles.
It didn’t take much until stars started to explode behind my eyelids, and pleasure so pure started shooting through me.
Down my spine all the way to my curling toes.
Looping his arm around my hips, he yanked me down hard in time with his thrusts, and within moments he was joining me.
With three short, jerky thrusts, he came inside of me. Grunting with each spurt.
“Mmmm,” he murmured shortly after, stilling inside of me and running his nose along the line of my jaw.
“I’m tired now. I don’t think I can stay awake for cake,” I teased.
He laughed. “That’ll be the day.”
I would’ve hit him if he’d given me the opportunity.
However, one second he was still pulsing inside of me, and the next he was across the room laughing at his hilariousness.
“Not funny,” I glared.
His eyes went hooded as he took in my disheveled state.
“Time to get cleaned up, baby,” he said, tossing me a towel of the nearby table.
I didn’t argue.
I caught it and cleaned myself up, folding it in half and placing it in the trash.
“Yes, dear,” I quipped, as I replaced my shorts around my hips and worked on my shoes and socks.
He came to the seat beside me and waited until I’d gotten my laces tied before pulling me into his arms.
“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he whispered.
I looped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “Back at ‘ya, baby.”
He grinned and slapped my ass, the sting jolting me forward.
“Now, let’s go cut our cake,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I heard your mom asking where you were before I came in here.”
He took off out of the room before the roll of toilet paper I threw at him could hit him.
Dammit. She was totally going to kill me.
***
“Grayson, excuse me, y’all know him as Torren, said that if I did a good job tonight, I could be the best man at his next wedding,” Ross coughed. “I mean…oops. Sorry bro.” Ross winked. “So I’ve come up here and stolen this beer bottle to give my obligatory brother speech, and to tell everyone how happy I am for my brother.”