Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“I’m horny. That’s my problem. That’s the sum total of what’s going on in my head. The desire to fuck you. So, are you in or out, babysitter? If you’re out, tell me now, and I’ll go take a cold shower.”
Aubrey rubs a palm down her face. “God, I hate myself for this, given how rude you’re being; but, yes, I’m in. Only if you promise not to be a jerk while fucking me, though.”
“Deal.”
“Also, only if you ask me nicely.”
“I just did.”
Aubrey scoffs. “If that was your idea of nice, then my answer is no.”
“You already said yes.”
“With a caveat.”
I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. “Aubrey Capshaw, please come to bed with me.”
“Come on, Caleb. You can do it nicer than that.”
Fuck it. I take a few steps, till I’m standing directly in front of her, and slowly sink to my knees before her. “Please, Aubrey. If I don’t fuck you tonight, I’m not sure I’ll survive till morning.” She laughs, thinking I’m joking around. But, sadly, I’m not.
“What, exactly, will kill you, if I say no?”
“My aching balls will most likely explode, and I’ll bleed out.”
Aubrey laughs again. “Well, jeez, now that I know it’s a matter of life and death, how could I say no?”
Relieved, I stand up, take Aubrey’s face in my hands, and pull her mouth to mine for a passionate, hungry kiss. And just like that, we’re both on fire again, every bit as much as last night. Even more so, I’d say, now that we both know what awaits us.
As our kiss deepens, I feel a shockwave of greed scorch through me. It’s beyond something physical. Far beyond lust. Just this fast, I’m pretty sure I literally need this woman in my life. And, honestly, if that’s the case, that scares the shit out of me.
I lift Aubrey up by her ass and press her center into my steely bulge, and Aubrey responds with a soft moan and grinding motion that sends lust rocketing through me. Fuck me. She already owns me, this woman. I don’t want that to be true. It’s thoroughly inconvenient for a guy like me. But this taste of her is confirming it. I’m a fucking goner.
Still holding her by her ass cheeks, I carry Aubrey inside the house, and she wraps her legs around me and grinds herself into me while running her hands greedily through my hair.
Quickly, I realize my bedroom is too far away for me to survive the journey without my balls exploding before arrival. I need to get my mouth on Aubrey’s perfect tits right fucking now.
Chapter 23
Caleb
Ilay Aubrey down on the couch and begin furiously peeling off her clothes. “I’ve been drooling over your perfect tits all day,” I confess, as I toss her crop top to the floor. To emphasize my point, I lean in and suck on a peaked nipple, and she moans softly and writhes at the sensation.
After devouring both Aubrey’s tits with fervor, I slide off her shorts, murmuring about how much I’ve been dying to eat her pussy again. “Hate me if you want, if it gets you off, but nobody can give you orgasms like I can.”
“I don’t hate you,” she whispers hoarsely, her eyes closed and her head slung back. “I’m just . . . Let’s not talk.”
“Fine with me.”
I’ve got her naked now, so I get myself the same way, and then kneel on the floor in between her bare thighs, eager to bury my face in her contraband pussy.
After kissing her inner thighs, I go after her sweet spot like a man on death row scarfing down his last meal. And only a few minutes later, I’ve got Aubrey coming hard against my mouth and fingers, even more forcefully than last night.
“The condoms are in my room,” I gasp out. I rise from my knees, breathing hard, and stare down at her naked, sweaty figure in the moonlight. “Stay put, baby, and I’ll—”
“I put a condom in the pocket of my shorts.” She points to the crumpled item of clothing on the floor. “I had a feeling we might not make it to your bedroom.”
Euphoria slams into me. All day, I’ve been wondering if she wants me the way I want her. If my torture is a mutual thing. But now I know: no matter how much she second-guesses me or pushes me away, no matter how much she tries to play it off like she could take me or leave me, the truth is she can’t resist me, any more than I can resist her.
Panting, I grab the condom and get myself covered in record speed. And by the time I’m all wrapped up and ready to go, Aubrey’s bent over the back of the couch, like she’s offering her backside to me on a silver platter.