Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 74641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I told you to buy a four wheel drive,” Michael said, taking another bite of his sandwich.
I closed my eyes as a ball of food and stomach contents started coming up my throat, and swallowed convulsively to get it to go back down.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” Michael said with a laugh. “Don’t dig it down any more. I’ll be there.”
I opened my eyes when I felt the table cloth move from him standing up.
I raised an expectant brow at him, all the while trying not to let on just how badly I felt.
“My sister’s stuck in her front yard. I have to go pull her out. Do you want to go or are you going home to study?” He asked hopefully.
I immediately started to feel bad.
Although I’d spent time with him over the last month, I’ve not spent much time with him.
We were together…just not together. I was there physically, just not mentally.
I’d been studying for my final exam that would hopefully lead to me being a certified mid-wife in the state of Texas.
A test that I was taking next week if all worked out as planned.
I had been ignoring him, though, and I was regretting that.
The only time we actually spent together, without me studying, was when I was laying in his arms at night.
“I’ll go,” I said softly, standing up.
A wave of exhaustion hit me the moment I stood and I swayed.
Michael caught me by the elbow and asked, “Okay?”
I nodded. “I’m really tired.”
His brows raised.
“That’s ‘cause you’ve been studying into the wee hours of the night, working so much you get overtired and waking up at the crack of dawn for more studying,” he admonished, helping me around the table and easing me into the aisle.
He didn’t let go of my hand until I was fully ensconced in his truck.
“Buckle up, baby,” he whispered, running the rough palm of his hand up my thigh.
I shivered at the familiar touch, and my core started to clench in anticipation.
“Okay,” I said quickly, plugging my seatbelt in and squeezing my legs shut tightly to circumvent the need that was slowly starting to course through me.
Nausea completely forgotten now that I could only think about how his cock would feel inside my…Nikki! Control yourself!
I was a walking horny machine.
At any given time of the day or night, I was ready to go.
So horny, in fact, that I now masturbated in the shower to thoughts of Michael when he wasn’t there to take care of me.
“What are you thinking about?” Michael asked, the look on his face comically knowing.
“Nothing.” I muttered, trying my best to make the whole horny feeling go away.
But it wasn’t of any use.
It was there to stay, and would be until either he, or I, took care of it.
Jesus, I was becoming such a slut puppy!
We’d driven about two miles and were just turning onto a dirt road when he suddenly pulled off into a corpse of trees, the truck bouncing awkwardly on the grass and gravel before he rocked to a stop.
“Michael!” I gasped.
Then I was being pulled across the seat, dragged into his lap until I was facing the windshield.
I could feel the hard column of his cock digging into my ass, and I squirmed in excitement.
“Do you know,” he murmured against my neck, “What it’s like to see you like this?”
I shook my head and arched my body when he started to move his fingers from my hips, up my rib cage, to come to a stop at my distended nipples.
Nipples that had become so sensitive lately that I could barely breathe when he touched them.
Even the minutest of touches had me soaring in seconds.
“N-no,” I said, gasping for breath.
He growled against my neck.
“I can always tell,” he told me. “I could tell two years ago, and I can still tell now. You have a tell, baby.”
I moaned when his mouth moved up the column of my neck to dip his tongue slightly into my ear before licking around the outer shell.
“A tell?” I asked breathlessly.
My eyes closed as his other hand went down until he reached the hem of my skirt and slowly started to work it up.
It wasn’t long before my ass was bared, and he noticed I wasn’t wearing panties.
“You rub your legs together and flip your hair from side to side. Your nipples get hard, and your eyes start to dilate,” he informed me, moving his hand until his fingers zeroed in on my pussy.
Three fingers coasted through the lips of my sex and immediately found purchase inside me.
“So wet for me, too,” he growled.
I nodded, lifting my hands to play with my other breast.
“Yeah, all of it’s for you,” I told him honestly. “All I can think about is having you inside of me.”
He chuckled against my neck. “Do you know what it’s like to have a boner in the same room as your woman’s brother? It’s not fuckin’ easy, and it happens all the time with all the dirty texts you send me day in and day out.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that,” I lied.
He snorted at my lie. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”
Then his hands went to his belt behind my back, and I felt his belt being released from its clasp, and his pants pulled down over his hips.
When his cock popped free of its confines, it rubbed deliciously against the cheeks of my ass before he said, “Sit up.”
I nodded, lifting up until he could position himself at my entrance.
Then he pulled me down, filling me so swiftly and quickly that I immediately started coming.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but even the idea of him taking me so roughly had me seeing stars.
“So fuckin’ responsive,” he growled as he took my hips and started roughly pulling me down on him.
I made a keening noise in my throat in agreement, and he laughed.
“Lean forward so I can watch you taking me. Hold onto the steering wheel,” he ordered me.
I did, leaning forward until my breasts were pressed up against the horn and swiftly picked up the pace again, working fast to bring him to release.