Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He’d just pulled the backside of my underwear to the side, his fingers delving between my pussy lips, when the door to the balcony on the other side of our barrier creaked open. Following that was Brielle and Martin bitching but sounding even closer this time.
We both froze, Saint with his fingers probing at my entrance, and me with my thumb swiping the drop of precum off of his cock.
“…for the love of God. I did not send you to her to get Ebola! I sent you to her because you like your dick sucked a certain way, and she does it that certain way!” Brielle cried out. “Just because you thought you were getting that from me is not my fault. I never said that I would suck your dick.”
Saint froze with one of his fingertips halfway inside of me.
“I can’t believe I have to share this stupid fucking hotel room with you,” Martin grumbled. “You’re lucky we have a couch, or I’d hang myself on this balcony.”
I looked toward Saint. “I’m glad we don’t have a couch.”
He chuckled softly, his finger going deeper inside of me.
I gasped, my mouth pausing over the skin of his ear, as a shaky breath left me.
In the background, I could hear the two on the balcony over from ours screaming and throwing a general walleyed fit.
But Saint and I were in our own little world.
His fingers pushed my panties even more to the side, and soon I found myself lifted up.
Seconds later he was settling his cock at my entrance, and he was urging me to sit down.
I did, taking him slowly inside of me, one small millimeter at a time.
“And another thing!” Brielle screeched.
I threw my head back and gasped when he lifted his hips up and surged upward while simultaneously pushing me down.
“…never really liked you,” Brielle finished. “What was that?”
I moaned as I slowly started to ride his cock, starting slow but eventually beginning to pick up speed.
“Do you hear that?” Martin asked. “What is that?”
I was thankful that the balconies were quite a bit apart, as well as the fact that we had a corner room meaning that we were in the far depths of the farthest corner away from them. Even if they could see over here, which I doubted, they likely wouldn’t be able to make anything out.
“It sounds like someone’s having sex,” Martin said. “Maybe it’s the neighbors next to us, or below? You said that those two next to us don’t even like each other.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Saint’s before saying, “I like you just fine.”
He pulled back with a grin. “I like you just fine, too.”
To emphasize his point, he thrust upward, causing a surprised squeal to leave my mouth, and my body to jolt upward.
My knees came up off the chair, and soon he was standing, leaving the blanket behind, and twisting so that I was pressed against the glass wall of our room.
“Lift your leg higher,” he said. “How flexible are you? Can you put your leg on my shoulder?”
I all but laughed in his face.
“I was a flyer during high school, Saint Nicholson,” I informed him as I maneuvered my leg. “Watch this.”
Then I proceeded to put my leg onto his shoulder, practically flattening the back of my thigh, knee, and calf against his chest all without him coming out of my sheath. Not only did he not come out, but he went even deeper inside with his cock, and I groaned.
“Sweet mother of all that’s holy,” he growled as he pressed even deeper into me, my back digging into the glass behind me.
“If we fall through this glass,” I whispered. “Will they take us to the hospital? Or allow us to bleed to death?”
My question caused him to chuckle, the slight movement causing his cock to jolt inside of me.
I bit my lip, my hands going to his neck as I half lifted myself off of him before coming back down.
“I may be flexible,” I said as I did it again, groaning on the way down. “But I can’t stay in this position forever. So, you better start to move, buddy.”
He did, pulling out only to push back inside.
He growled when the band of my underwear started to push between us.
In answer to his problem, he roughly yanked them to the side, causing the entire left leg to tear.
“You know,” I grumbled at his show of strength. “I don’t have all that many pairs.”
He started to fuck me harder, pushing in and out, forcing my leg to bend farther than it’d ever bent before.
I was torn between thinking that my leg might very well fall off and wondering if it was normal for my orgasm to be climbing so high.
I’d just convinced myself that I might very well explode for real when he stopped altogether.