Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Only then did he let up, pressing a kiss against my inner thigh before getting to his knees. My eyes greedily ate up every inch of skin he exposed as he undressed. After he shrugged out of his leather vest and tossed it onto the couch, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a tattoo of an ornate cross on the right side of his six-pack abs and a piercing through his left nipple. My fingers itched to trace the black ink, and I wanted to suck the silver hoop into my mouth and roll my tongue over the silver ball at the bottom.
I was just about to reach out to touch his tattoo when my gaze locked on the bulge in his leather pants as he undid the button and slid down the zipper. The huge, impossible-to-miss bulge.
Although my body was relaxed from the orgasms he’d given me, I started to freak out over how big it was when he distracted me by saying, “Slight miscalculation on my part. I should’ve taken these damn things off before you made me so fucking hard that it feels as though the leather is going to strangle my cock.”
I couldn’t stop the soft giggle that bubbled from my lips. “We can’t have that.”
“We sure as fuck can’t.” I gasped as his dick sprang free from his pants, the purple head bouncing off his six-pack abs. “The only thing that’s gonna strangle my cock tonight is your tight pussy.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Um…I don’t want to be the cliché virgin, but are you sure it’s going to fit?”
“Like you were fucking made for me,” he assured without missing a beat.
His confidence eased some of my concern, but I still tensed up when his naked body stretched out over mine and the tip of his dick notched at my entrance. “Do you trust me?”
I didn’t know him that well, and we’d met under unusual circumstances, but I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes.”
“Thank you, baby.” He lowered his head to capture my mouth in a deep kiss at the same time that he punched his hips forward in one powerful thrust. Swallowing my cry of surprise, he held still while the pain passed and the smallest tendrils of pleasure started to creep in.
When I wiggled my hips, I gasped, “Oh.”
Lifting his head, he searched my expression and asked, “Ready for more?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, gripping one of my knees to help me. Then he slowly withdrew before plunging back in, starting slow until I begged for more.
“Kendrick, please. I’m so close.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, picking up the pace. “You’re so fucking tight, but you fit me perfectly, just like I said you would. Can’t wait to feel your pussy milking my cock.”
Wedging his arm between us, he flicked my clit, and he didn’t have to wait any longer because I went off like a rocket. “Yes! Kendrick, yes!”
“That’s it, sweet baby. Give it to me.” He slammed into me a few more times before burying his face in my neck and groaning my name. “Oakley. My sweet Oakley.”
We were both panting for air as he rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I was sprawled on his broad chest. I cuddled against him while I caught my breath and was just about to drift to sleep when I realized I was the worst kitty mommy ever. It’d been hours since I left my place, and I was never out this late. “I can’t believe I forgot to talk to you about Snowball.”
Doc tugged on my hair to tilt my head back so I was staring up at him as he asked, “Snowball?”
“Yeah, he’s my very spoiled cat who will not be happy about being left alone for so long. You wore me out, but I can’t go to sleep until I know he’s taken care of.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He brushed a kiss against my forehead. “I’ll go take care of your pussycat now that I’ve taken care of your pussy.”
9
Doc
The second I walked into Oakley’s place, I was practically attacked by a white ball of fluff. He ran up my body, and when I automatically curled my arms under him to keep him from falling, he plopped down like a king on a throne. Then he purred at me, and I had a feeling it was a demand to pet him.
Oakley had mentioned that her Snowball was spoiled, and I’d been prepared for him to try to scratch the hell out of me. I certainly hadn’t expected him to take a liking to me, so much so that when I tried to put him down, he raised his head and hissed before dropping it down again to relax.
“Okay, buddy,” I grunted. “Let’s get one thing straight. You may have Oakley wrapped around your little paw, but this shit won’t fly with me. Now, you’re going to let me put you down so I can pack you up and grab some of your momma’s stuff, then I’ll take you to her.”