Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“If you had asked me that last month, I would have said never. Now I wouldn't be surprised if he called me tomorrow and said he’s married.”
“Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” I should be asking this, but I don’t want to hear about him with someone else. I also wonder if his relationships are fast and fleeting so I know how hard to hold on or if I need to start protecting myself.
“No,” he says without hesitation. “But this feels serious to me.”
When he looks up at me, I think I might be past the point of being able to protect myself.
Chapter Ten
Angus
I use my fork to cut into the pancake and force myself to stare at it. I only last about three seconds before I look across the table and watch her eat. I gave her a stack of pancakes and sausage, and she’s almost cleared her plate, but the part that’s driving me crazy is she keeps sucking the syrup off her thumb.
The whole time I cooked we talked and moved around the kitchen like we’d been doing it forever. Something about being with her here feels strangely familiar. The space she occupies in this cabin was a shape carved out for her by something bigger than us. Now that she’s here I can’t imagine her anywhere else.
“Mmmm.” She closes her eyes and moans as she sucks on her thumb. Again.
I’m only so strong, and she’s pushing me to the edge.
“You like them?” I ask quietly as my hooded eyes drink her in.
“I’ve never tasted anything better.” She licks her finger and then makes a popping sound when she takes it out of her mouth.
My tongue goes dry, and my cock leaks in my jeans. I glance down at the wet spot I’ve made and groan. How can I not control these urges?
I have to clear my throat before I can speak. “Do you want more?”
“I’m so full.” She leans back in her seat and places her hand on her stomach.
Why does that sound so filthy? Why do I want to see how full I can make her? I picture my cock inside her tight cunt, and I know teasing won’t be enough for me anymore. I need to sink deep and feel her hot, soft pussy squeezing my dick. Then she’ll really be stuffed.
“What are you thinking about?” She laughs as she cocks her head to the side. “You look like you’re concentrating on a problem.”
“I am actually.” I push my plate away and stand up from the dining room table.
We decided to eat in here because the French doors open onto the wraparound porch, and she wanted to hear the crickets and see the fireflies.
“And what’s the problem?” She smiles at me as I walk around slowly to her side of the table.
“I’m wondering if you’re sucking your fingers just to torture me, or if you’re doing it for practice.” Her mouth opens a little as I move next to her and pull her chair out. “The solution is simple, though.”
She squeals a little when I yank her out of the chair and set her ass on the edge of the table. “Angus, what are you doing?”
“Giving each of us what we want.” I grab her face with both hands and kiss her with all the need I have inside me. Maybe it’s too much, but I can’t hold back.
“Angus,” she moans when my mouth and hands move south.
“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me to stop.” I tug at her tank top and she holds her arms up so I can take it off of her. “You have to tell me to slow down.”
“Don’t stop,” she breathes as I take her bra off and hungrily taste her tits.
Her nipples are so tight, like little pebbles in my mouth, and I can’t stop sucking on them. I hold her tits together with both my hands and go back and forth between them until she’s whimpering with need.
I lay her back on the table and undo the front of her shorts. Looking at her spread out on this oak I carved with my own hands, I realize I built this for her. I made this table so I could fuck her on it, and goddamn it I’m going to.
Her shorts come off in one quick move, and her panties are shredded seconds later. I have no time for anything that’s standing in the way of what I want.
“Angus.”
I watch as she pulls her knees up and spreads her pussy open for me. The sight is like heaven’s gates, and I stand there staring at the beauty between her legs. “Holy shit,” I whisper, wiping the drool off my lip. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye, I smile and grab the syrup bottle and pop the cap open. “Now it’s my turn to eat.”