Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Baby,” I hiss, my hand goes to her cheek, and my thumb moves down on it, “all you have to do is touch me, and I think I’m going to come apart.” She takes me as deep as she can in her mouth. “Fuck,” I mutter when she moans, and the vibrations run through me. “Baby, I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth,” I tell her, and she shakes her head. “I’ll come in your mouth in the shower,” I promise her as her hand tightens around my shaft.
“You promise?” she asks me, letting go of my cock but moving her tits around it. She squeezes them together. “Promise me, Brady.” She tit-fucks me, and I’m about to blow like a teenager.
“I promise.” It takes everything in me to move away from her and go to the bedside table, grabbing a condom.
“I want to ride you,” she offers softly as I roll the condom on my cock. “I want to be on top.”
I lie down on the bed, holding my cock up. “Then ride it, baby.” She crawls over me, gripping my cock in her hand and then placing it at her entrance as she slowly moves down. “Fuck,” I swear, feeling her heat all over me as she fills herself halfway before going back up to the tip, and then taking a little bit more of me as she comes down again. She repeats this four times before her ass hits my thighs as she groans. “Ride it, baby, or I’ll ride you,” I grit between clenched teeth, gripping her hips in my hands so tight I know she’s going to have bruises tomorrow. She moves her knees up and down as my hands go to her tits, squeezing her nipples. “That’s my girl,” I praise when she moves faster and her pussy clamps down on my cock.
“Brady.” She moves her hands to the back of my thighs, and my cock rubs over her G-spot. “I’m so full.” She can barely talk as she moves.
“Wait until I fuck you on your knees,” I tell her. She gasps and comes all over my cock as she slams down and just closes her eyes. Her pussy convulses around my cock, and I watch euphoria take over her face. I wait for her to be done before I grab her hips, pull her off me, and put her on her stomach. I pull her hips up and slam into her. “Now that, baby, is you being full,” I state as she groans out, and I lose control, fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life. I know I should go easy, but feeling her tightness all over me, I can’t help it. My balls get tight as I bury myself in her and fill the condom. I collapse on my back, and she turns her head to bury it in my neck, giving me a soft kiss.
“I guess you were right,” she agrees, “definitely felt fuller.” I can’t help but laugh and pull out of her.
“Let’s go,” I urge her, and she looks over at me, confused. “Shower, baby.” I motion with my head. “Then your mouth and then bed.” She doesn’t say anything to me. Instead, she just walks ahead of me to the bathroom.
I wake up to the smell of cakes and sugar and roll over to feel the bed is cold. I blink a few times before I hear rustling in the room and get up to see her going through her bag to grab clothes to wear. “Morning, baby,” I say, and she looks over at me.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” she whispers. “I was hoping to go and come back and find you still sleeping.”
“If you had left without telling me”—I toss the covers off me—“you wouldn’t be able to sit down the rest of the day because I would make your ass red.”
“Brady,” she hisses, looking at the door as I stride over to the walk-in closet and grab a pair of boxers and shorts. When I walk back into the room, she’s slipping on her yoga pants, and I stop to kiss her neck before heading to the bathroom.
I walk down the steps and find her carrying the box out of the kitchen and grab it from her. “I can do it myself.”
“Yeah, you can,” I admit, “but I can also do it for you.” I walk out of the house, and I’m not surprised that Winston’s car is gone as I put the things in the truck. I open the driver’s door for her, kissing her on her lips. “Drive safe,” I tell her, watching her pull out and then walking inside.
I’m taking a sip of my coffee when I hear footsteps on the stairs, looking over and seeing Wyatt walk into the kitchen, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. “Morning,” I say as he goes to the couch and lies down on it.