Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
After closing and locking the door behind us, I set her on the sink and spread her thighs. With the freeze pop still in my hand, I kneel in front of her, and starting at her ankle, I run it slowly up her leg. Goose bumps prick her flesh as she fists my hair.
When I get to her hot center, I push her swimsuit aside and spread her pussy lips apart. I glance up at her, our eyes locking, as I push the melting ice against her clit. Her eyes leave mine and roll backward, and I chuckle softly. I love the way Harper reacts to everything we do. She’s so open and willing.
“Play with your nipples, baby,” I demand.
She obeys. Lowering the front of her suit, she releases her perky tits from their confines and pinches her nipples.
Spreading her thighs farther apart, I push the freeze pop into her center. Not far, but enough that she moans at the coldness. I dart my tongue out and flick her clit, working her up until she explodes around my tongue.
Needing to be inside her, I take the freeze pop out of her, lift her off the sink, and flip her around. Harper pushes her bathing suit down, so it’s around her ankles, then lifts her perfect ass into the air as I pull my already very hard dick out. With a slap to her backside, I slam into her from behind.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her hands slapping the counter so she doesn’t fly into the mirror. “Yes, fuck me harder,” she begs.
Gripping her hips, I pull out slowly then slam back in. Harper’s moans get louder, which only spurs me on more. When I glance down, watching my cock slide in and out of her cunt, I get an idea.
“Do you have any baby oil?”
She gives me a curious look, but says, “In the drawer.”
I grab it from where she said and drizzle a few drops along the crack of her ass. Our eyes meet and she bites down on her bottom lip nervously.
“Only my finger,” I tell her.
She nods once, her gaze filled with curiosity and excitement. Fuck, I love this woman.
I pull my dick almost completely out of her and when I drive back in, I also insert my thumb into her ass. Harper throws her head back, moaning the loudest I’ve ever heard.
“Holy shit,” she groans. “Do that again.”
I pull my dick and thumb out, then thrust them back into her at the same time. Only this time I don’t stop. I fuck her perfect cunt while fingering her tight ass. Our heated flesh slapping against each other.
I can tell when she’s about to come again because her pussy clenches around my dick. Wanting to come with her, I pound into her harder, deeper, until we’re both moaning out our orgasms. I’ve only just spilled my seed into her when someone bangs on the bathroom door.
Harper jumps in shock, at the same time I pull out of her. She quickly bends to pull her bathing suit up, but in her frantic state, she miscalculates where the edge of the sink is and bangs her head on the marble countertop.
“Ahh!” she screams in pain. The doorknob jiggles open, and I quickly stuff my dick back into my board shorts before helping her put her suit back on.
“We’ll be right out,” I yell to whoever is out there, praying it’s one of the adults and not one of the kids.
When Harper turns around, there’s blood pouring out of her forehead. I grab a couple tissues and press them against the cut, then unlock the door so we can face the music.
I open the door, and standing on the other side is thankfully neither of her kids, but her ex-husband.
“Were you guys seriously fucking in the bathroom?” he hisses. “Where the hell are my kids?”
“Harper’s hurt,” I growl, helping her walk over to the couch so she can sit down.
“You talk all this shit about me, but you’re so fucking irresponsible,” Dick continues, ignoring me. “What kind of mom fucks some guy in the bathroom with her kids around?”
“Stop! Did you not hear me? She’s hurt.” When she lifts her head and I remove the Kleenex, it doesn’t look as bad as it did a few moments ago. “I don’t think you’ll need any stitches.”
“What the hell happened?” he asks, stepping in front of her. “Let me see. I’m the doctor.”
I consider telling him to shut the fuck up, but he’s right. He is a doctor, and we need to make sure Harper is okay.
“I’m fine,” Harper says as Richie kneels in front of her.
“Grab me a wet washcloth,” he instructs.
I grab one from the kitchen and bring it back to him. As he wipes the blood from Harper’s head, he says, “You’re going to have a bad headache. You need to take some pain reliever.”