Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Is it true that men with lifted trucks have small dicks?” she asked, a slight taunt to her voice.
I was too turned on to bother laughing. All I could think about was being inside of her with her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my aching cock.
Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I beeped my truck lot before leading her to the porch. “Guess you’re about to find out, aren’t you?”
As soon as she had the door unlocked, I twisted it open and tugged her in after me. My hand wrapped her throat as soon as I kicked the door shut, and then my mouth was on hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers curling into my shirt, wrinkling the fabric. When my fingers pressed into her thighs to lift her up, she whimpered into my mouth, her hips rolling along my cock as soon as I pressed into her.
Fuuuuuuck.
“Cameron…” she groaned into my mouth. “Please.”
“Christ,” I growled, thrusting my hips against her. She was so wet, she left a damp spot on the front of my jeans. “Undo my pants, little devil.”
Her hands trembled a little with need and anticipation as she unbuckled my belt and undid the button and zipper on my slacks. And then, she was pulling my cock out. With one hand braced under her ass, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a condom, letting my wallet drop to the floor after.
I softly laughed when she pulled the condom from my hand and ripped the packaging open with her teeth before rolling the lubed latex down my length. A soft sigh left her lips, and she flicked her eyes up to me.
“The rumor is definitely not true,” she breathed.
I smirked at her before kissing her again. Reaching between us, I pulled her soaked thong to the side before notching my dripping, mushroom-tipped cock to her entrance. And then, I was sliding inside of her, a moan sliding from my throat. She was silky and warm and so fucking wet. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last.
“This is going to be quick,” I growled. “You’re so damn wet, little devil.”
“Don’t need this to be long.” She gasped when I pulled out and then pushed back in, her back hitting the wall with a thud. “Fuuuck, Cameron.”
I sucked at the skin of her neck as I ruthlessly fucked into her dripping cunt. Her walls fluttered around me over and over and over again as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her body until tears were streaking down her cheeks from how damn good it hurt to come so much.
“I’m coming,” I growled into her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. She screamed my name, tugging at my hair as she came again while I spilled into the condom, my cock throbbing inside of her.
My forehead fell to her damp shoulder, sweat clinging to my own skin. Both of us were breathing heavily, and the entrance to her home smelled like sex and her sweet pussy. Fuck, it was an addictive scent I wanted to turn into a candle and forever burn.
With a grunt, I eased out of her before settling her on her feet. She wobbled a bit, her hands landing on my shoulders. I kneeled at her feet, reaching for the strap of her left heel. She frowned at me. “You don’t have to—”
“Your legs are unsteady as hell,” I reminded her. “I’d prefer not to be held accountable if you fall and break your neck because I fucked you so good.”
She smacked my shoulder as I slid her foot free and set her heel aside. I laughed and focused on getting her other heel off. Once she was flat-footed, I stood back to my full height and wrapped my hand around the side of her throat, pressing my thumb into her jaw to tilt her head back. Leaning down, I smoothed my lips over hers. “Get some rest,” I murmured. “I’ll text you in the morning.”
“I’ll be working,” she reminded me as I backed up, leaning down to grab my wallet from the floor and stuffing it back in my pocket.
I smirked at her as I grabbed the handle of the front door. “Has that stopped me before, little devil?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Cameron.”
I winked at her and opened the front door, calling over my shoulder, “Night.”
My phone rang when I was about two minutes away from the clubhouse. Reaching over into the passenger seat, I grabbed it, frowning at Shaw’s name before I swiped my thumb across the screen and put the phone on speaker. “Yeah?”
“Get your ass home,” he growled.
My brows pulled low over my eyes. “What’s going on? Why’d you call me on this number?” If something was wrong, he should’ve called me on the burner—not on my personal phone.