Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I was shameless then, rocking back into him, getting little hisses from him as my ass ground into his cock.
“Feel how wet you are for me?” his voice met my ear, quiet, but deep. My muffled moan was my only response. “You want my cock in here,” he said, turning his fingers in a circle inside of me, “don’t you?”
My head nodded as I writhed against his palm.
His fingers turned, rocking against my top wall, engaging my G-spot as his thumb continued to work my clit.
“There you go,” he murmured as my walls got tighter, as my thighs squeezed together. “Come for me,” he demanded.
Then just like that, I was, crying out against his palm as the waves crashed through me over and over.
His fingers were still inside of me when Barry’s voice filled the place.
“Anybody awake?” he called.
“Fuck off, Barry,” Junior called.
“Just wondering who is making breakfast,” Barry said, unbothered by Junior’s snarl.
“The people at the diner. Go.”
“So… should I bring something back for everyone, or…”
“Go give him a list,” I said. “Or he won’t stop.”
Junior let out a grumble, but his hand left my panties, and he rolled away from me.
There was a moment before he got off the bed, likely waiting for his hard-on to subside, then the bed was shifting as he got up and went into the other room to talk to Barry.
I took the opportunity to rush into the bathroom, finger-combing my hair, brushing my teeth, and trying to make myself at least halfway presentable.
By the time I made it into the main area of the apartment, the coffee was already brewing.
“Barry headed out. We probably have at least half an hour. Give me a second, then you’re gonna tell me what’s going on with you.”
With that, he disappeared into the bathroom.
I made myself a coffee and braced myself for finally having to tell someone about this clusterfuck I’d gotten myself into.
CHAPTER FIVE
Junior
I had no fucking idea how I managed to end up with my hand wedged between her thighs in my sleep. If I had to venture a guess, it had just been seeking the thing I’d been thinking about all night while she’d been at my place, being a fuckuva lot nicer to Barry than I’d ever been.
Maybe he would attach himself to her instead.
But, no.
I found I didn’t want that.
Why?
Because I’d gotten to finger-fuck her tight, wet pussy first thing in the morning, and didn’t want him within ten yards of her body?
It wasn’t like me to be possessive.
Yet there was no denying that was what I was being.
Maybe it was just because I didn’t get what I really wanted. To be balls deep in that perfect pussy of hers, to fuck her until she was crying and raking her nails across my back, until I pumped my release deep inside her.
In the bathroom, I grabbed the sink counter, head ducked, taking deep breaths, trying to talk some reason into my body. I couldn’t be thinking about thrusting inside of her while she told me whatever was going on with her to have her agreeing to spend the night with two practical strangers just to not have to go home.
I took a minute to brush my teeth, then made my way out, finding her standing there still in my shirt. It was like a dress on her, but still showed off a decent amount of leg. And I was never so glad to keep my house cool than when I saw the pebbles of her nipples pressing against the tee.
Though I made a mental note to give her a zip-up hoodie before Barry got back.
He was too chickenshit to make a move, but I didn’t want him ogling her, either.
“Okay,” I said as she handed me a mug of coffee. “Let’s get into it before you can’t talk yourself out of it,” I said.
To that, she took a deep breath.
“I don’t even know where to start.”
“The beginning is usually the best place.”
“Right, well, after I dropped out of college, I went traveling. And on those travels, I came across coffee in Colombia that I just fell in love with. Eventually, that inspired me to open a shop. And when I did, I wanted to import that coffee.”
“Makes sense,” I agreed, and I was already getting a sense of where this was going.
“I got my cafe all set up and was just waiting on my first order. Which took forever. No problems. Came in just fine. I was on cloud nine, opening up the shop with the best coffee ever. Then when I picked up my next shipment, I brought it back to the shop, and unpacked it.
“This time, though, the coffee cans felt way too heavy. So I opened one up, and buried in the grounds was a brick of white powder.”