Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Jeez,” I groaned. “I really love that.”
My arms dropped to my sides, and one hand brushed against his semihard cock as I did.
I smiled and reached up, my fingers automatically going to the soft, squishy head.
He laughed softly into my ear as he said, “You’re so predictable.”
“Just think of China,” I told him. “It’s no fun when you get hard.”
He grumbled something under his breath.
And this time, he did so much better, making it a full minute with me touching the most sensitive part of him before he gave up the fight and allowed himself to get hard.
“Sorry,” he said. “But there are only so many prime numbers I can name in my head.”
Then he pulled my head back and nearly drowned me.
Sputtering out a laugh, I let him go, then washed the shampoo out of my hair before surprising us both and dropping to my knees.
With his cock directly in front of my face, I looked up at him as I took him into my mouth.
He watched me take all of him that I could, then caught up my hand and wrapped it around the base of his dick before letting me go completely.
“No.” I shook my head and said around him. Popping off, I said, “Fuck my face. Get off fast. Come in my mouth.”
His eyes heated to deep pits of boiling blue, and he started to fuck my face. At first he was careful, being sure not to shove too far too fast.
But as I showed him that I could take what he was dishing out, he started to fuck me harder.
“You sure?” he asked. “You don’t want me to fuck your pussy?”
I pulled back, licked my lips and said, “No offense, but I really want you to come in my mouth. We’ll explore more in the morning when we’re not both exhausted.”
So that was exactly what he did.
With single-minded focus, he fucked my mouth, shoving his cock as far down as my fist around his base allowed until he blew his load down my throat.
“Ahh, fuck, Mattie,” he growled as he pulled back, allowing his last spurt to hit my tongue. “That was fuckin’ beautiful.”
He pulled away fully, then watched as I swallowed the rest of him down.
His eyes were heated as he pulled me up by my armpits.
“Yeah, about it being fast…” he said as he started to wash us off hastily.
My hair wasn’t conditioned, and I was fairly sure that I hadn’t washed my feet by the time he pulled us both from the shower.
We hit the bed mostly wet, and then he proceeded to give me mine—he was the least selfish person I’d ever known—before he took his once more.
Only when we were both exhausted and lay in bed thirty minutes later did I say, “I didn’t wash my feet.”
CHAPTER 16
No one has seen you look worse than the gas station closest to your house.
-Food for thought
MATILDA
“The door.”
Etienne, who’d had his face buried in the space between my breasts and the mattress, pulled away from me with a frown.
“What?” he asked, looking deliciously rumpled.
His hair was smashed down on one side, and his beard was all askew, making him look adorably cute so early in the morning. He even had creases on his face from the wrinkles in the sheets.
“The door.” I blinked sleepily at him, trying to see him more clearly. “The door is ringing.”
“The door?” he asked in confusion.
Just then the buzzer sounded all over again, and he shook his head as if to clear it.
“Oh.” He pushed up. “What the fuck time is it?”
I looked over at the alarm clock across the room and squinted to see the numbers. “It says it’s either five fifty in the morning, or eight fifty.”
“Probably eight if I had to guess based on the sunshine situation,” he grumbled as he pushed up.
My eyes traveled down the length of his body.
He was wearing black boxer briefs and nothing else.
His abs and obliques rippled as he pushed up into a plank, then rolled off the bed.
I licked my lips as I watched him walk toward the first pair of pants he came to, a gray pair of sweatpants that he’d had on last week and spilled some coffee on.
So we both kind of sucked at laundry, meaning there was more than our fair share of dirty clothes on the ground for him to choose from.
At least they didn’t look too bad.
He could’ve chosen the ones that the donkey had smeared dirt and spit all over…
“Turn the coffee on before you come back to bed!” I called to him.
He grumbled something under his breath, but I knew he would follow my directions.
I rolled back over and started to fall back asleep when I heard him cursing up a storm and heading my way.
I sat up and blinked sleepily at him. “What?”