Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I went harder, keeping my eyes on hers in the mirror as I fucked her so hard the entire bureau shook with the force of it.
Her breasts jumped and skidded across the wood with each thrust and retreat.
At one point I was pumping so hard inside of her that she grunted with each entry.
“Hurry, girl,” I ordered through gritted teeth, sweat running down my spine to disappear between the crack of my ass.
Her eyes closed, and I yanked on her hair.
Her eyes flew open and I said, “Look at me when you come.”
She bit her lip, and I chanced letting go of her to circle my hand between her hips and the drawers.
I’d fucked her so hard that her hip bones would likely be bruised in the morning.
She didn’t seem to care, though. At least not right now.
My middle finger found her clit, and I gave the ring an experimental tug, causing her to gasp.
“Oh yeah, I like it,” I told her, folding the ring over until it rested against her clit. “Your rebellion backfired.”
Then I started to circle her clit with my finger, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
My eyes closed as I tried to stave off my own orgasm.
Something about the way she felt was making my mind cloudy.
She was just so hot, wet and tight.
My dick throbbed almost painfully with how good it felt to be bare inside of her. My release started to tingle in my balls, then shot out the tip of my cock deep inside of her pussy.
I grunted with each spurt of cum that came out of me, my teeth gritting so hard that I worried they might crack.
My hand in her hair tightened, and my finger left her clit so my entire hand could engulf the front of her thigh.
With a tight squeeze, I gave her everything I had to give.
“Yes,” she hissed, pushing back into me.
My balls slammed once more against her before I slowed, then came completely to a stop.
My eyes opened, and I stared into her beautiful baby blues.
“You’re going to hell,” she whispered.
I grinned at her and pulled out, my release following my exit, reminding me why she felt so good.
I’d never had her without a condom before. Never had anyone without a condom before.
Leaving her for a few seconds, I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, then grabbed a hot pink wash cloth off the shelf and wet it before returning.
She was still bent over exactly how I’d left her.
Something she must’ve instinctively realized I’d wanted her to do.
“Thank you,” she whispered, straightening and turning around.
Her breasts were red and swollen from our intense lovemaking, and I couldn’t help but reach a finger out to run my finger over the swollen nipple.
“Get in bed,” I demanded roughly.
She rolled her eyes at me, but didn’t argue as she did what I asked.
Her acquiescence had me pondering exactly why getting her cooperation was so easy, but I took the boon and ran with it.
Sliding in between the sheets, she settled on her stomach, burying her face into the mattress as embarrassment flooded her face. I followed quickly behind, then pulled her into my arms.
“I should really hate you right now…” she said to the mattress.
I gave her a slight squeeze, letting her know that I should probably hate myself right now, too.
I didn’t, though.
The fantasy that July had mentioned had played in my mind for nearly twenty-four hours before I decided to act on it.
At first, I wasn’t going to act on it.
But then I’d seen her at Lowe’s in a pair of short shorts and a tank top that clearly showed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I’d gotten upset.
That upset had turned into determination, which resulted in me waiting outside of her house to confront her.
And that led to now.
“How’d you know?” July panted breathlessly beside me. “How’d you remember?”
She was referring to a conversation we had in the dark one night after we’d made love. She’d told me she had dark fantasies, ones that were embarrassing and she’d have to work up to telling me about.
I’d given her that play, and before she could work up her courage to tell me, we had broken up. It was pure luck that I’d heard her talking about them the afternoon before.
“I remember everything about you,” I assured her. “The way you talk in your sleep when I wake you up abruptly. The way you smell when you get out of the shower. The sound of your voice first thing in the morning. The way you get cranky when you’re on your period and crave chocolate and pizza.” I moved in close, rolling over her once again so I pinned her to the bed. “There’s not a single thing about you that I don’t have buried in my memories. I torture myself every goddamn night with everything that used to be you and me.”