Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Ada?”
“Mmm…” she murmurs.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect,” she says, sighing dreamily, causing my cock to twitch back to life. “Again?”
“Fuck yes,” I say. I lift her up because she weighs next to nothing. She remains up using her knees. I grip my cock and she slides her cunt down my shaft until she’s fully seated on me.
“What do I do now?” she whispers.
“Move your hips and ride me, baby.” She begins to move on me. I run my hands over her tits, down her belly, to her hips and finally I palm her ass cheeks. I knead and spread them apart on every downward thrust. Just like I imagined, her tits bounce wildly as she rides.
We are both coming again in no time. She dismounts and snuggles up next to me.
“Sleep now,” I tell her, kissing her again.
“Goodnight, Geeb. Thank you,” she says, yawning.
I don’t even know what to say to that. It’s me that should be thanking her.
I jerk awake. I don’t remember falling asleep, but it's morning now.
If I wasn't still sweaty and laying in a soaked bed, I would have a hard time believing that Ada and I just both lost our virginity to one another. She is beside me, hand under her face, facing toward me, sleeping so soundly she has soft, cute snores leaving her mouth. All I want to do is lay in this bed, pull her in my arms and look at her for eternity. The gentleman and the part of me that has fallen in love with her, feels this undeniable urge to take care of her more than monetarily.
So, I get up from bed, and slide on my sweats. I know I should shower but I can’t bring myself to wash off the evidence of what just happened. Hell if I could bottle the remnants of us together and place it on the mantle I would.
Quietly not wanting to wake her, I grab my phone and walk downstairs. Once I am far enough away, I call my new sister-in-law by way of her husband. “Hearst there had better be a good reason you are calling me right now.” Oops. I must be interrupting something.
“Actually, I am not calling for you. I would like to speak with Sadie.” Jasper growls into the phone.
“Why the hell are you calling to talk to my wife?” The old me would have something smart to say, not understanding his possessive attitude. The new me, the one reborn inside of my wife’s pussy, understands. If a man calls here for her ever, he better pray he is untraceable.
In the background of the phone I hear Sadie’s voice trying to get the phone from him. “It’s about Ada.” He grunts and then Sadie is on the phone.
“Is she okay? What happened?” Her words are quick and panicked and I feel momentary guilty about making her worry.
“She is fine, I think. Though she might be a bit sore.” I say the last part hoping she can read between the lines.
“Oh I see.” I hear the smile through the phone.
“Yeah. I was wondering what I could do to make her feel better when she wakes up.”
“You’re so sweet. Do you have Advil in the house?”
“I do.”
“Great. Leave her some Advil and water by the bedside table. Maybe run her a hot bath with bath salts. I know she got some from the store the other day. Oh and breakfast in bed would be a great touch.” Before I can thank her, her husband comes back on the phone.
“Are you done monopolizing my wife, Hearst?” Chuckling, I answer him back.
“Yes. Thank you for giving me a second of her time.”
“Whatever. Oh and Geeb?”
“Jasper?”
“Congratulations my friend.”
Hanging up, I go back upstairs as quietly as I can and place the two pills and glass of water on the table beside her. I turn on the faucet in her bedroom and find the bath salts in there. I don’t want her to bathe in here, but if I turn it on in our room she will wake up.
Once everything is in order upstairs, I make my way to the kitchen and begin making pancakes and bacon. I turn on the music system, something I haven’t done in years and try to find something that fits my mood, not that I would know anything about what is popular. I almost give up when I hear the lyrics that perfectly match this moment.
When your lips hit my lips and thе fireworks fly are the first of the lyrics I hear. I have no clue who it is, but I use my Shazam app and figure out it is by an artist named John Legend. I know of him, but I cut myself off from music long ago.
I am so engrossed in what I am doing that I don’t hear my wife walk into the kitchen. A pair of arms wrap around my waist, and I turn, startled but quickly turned on when I see she is in nothing but a bedsheet. My bedsheet.