Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Jolie was panting with desire as I pushed my pants to the floor with one hand. It only took me a couple of seconds to get her boxers off, and then I buried myself inside of her, both of us groaning at the sensation.
She wrapped herself around me, her long legs tightly encircling my waist. I cupped her ass, lifting her off the counter and sliding her up and down my length, her cry of satisfaction sending a shot of arousal coursing through my veins.
“You love getting fucked, don’t you, baby?” I said as I lowered her onto my shaft and then stopped. “Tell me how much you love it and I’ll keep going.”
She groaned, squirming against me in an effort to move herself up and down. It was futile, though. As she locked her gaze onto mine, she ran a hand into my hair and pulled on it, hard.
“I love the way you fuck me,” she said, her voice so soft I barely heard the words. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Damn, baby.” I moved her up and then back down on my cock. “I’m going to fantasize every night about you saying those words.”
Soon enough, she was squeezing my shoulders, frantically trying to move faster. I loved her desperation, but I also wanted to satisfy her, so I lifted her up and down faster, burying myself as deep as I could go. She was breathless, her skin flushed as she threw her head back and cried out.
“Oh fuck. Yes.”
The sound of her coming and the feel of my cock soaked with her orgasm made me lose the last of my control, and I sank into her one last time, groaning hard as I emptied myself inside her.
Smoke filled the air, both of us realizing at the same time that we’d neglected the bacon for too long. As I set her down on the kitchen floor, the smoke alarm sounded, its shrill wail filling the apartment.
“Shit,” she said, rushing over to turn off the stove burner. “My neighbors are going to kill me.”
“Over your smoke detector going off?”
She waved a dish towel at the smoke as I moved the pan of blackened bacon to the other side of the stovetop.
“The smoke detectors in this building are interconnected,” she said. “When one goes off, they all go off.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah.” She grinned at me. “I probably shouldn’t tell them what really happened.”
As I watched her fan at the smoke with a worn dish towel, her tank top only covering the first couple of inches of her bare ass and her hair falling out of the loose bun she’d piled on top of her head, I felt a pang of something. I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it, but it had something to do with this feeling good. With not wanting to leave. I had to shake it off, though, because practice started at nine.
“I’m sorry, I really do have to run,” I said.
“It’s okay. I have to get going soon, too.”
She was waving the towel vigorously as I went into her bedroom to get the rest of my clothes and my shoes. I turned the alarm off on my phone, went into the bathroom to swish around some mouthwash so I could kiss her goodbye, and by the time I got back to the kitchen, the smoke alarm was off.
“Can we do this again as soon as possible?” I asked her.
“You mean the sex or the smoke alarm?”
I took her by the hips and pulled her close, both of us smiling. “I meant the date, smart-ass.”
“Yes. I had an amazing time.”
“Me too.” I kissed her and she brushed the hair back from my forehead.
“But we need to keep things on the down-low when we’re coaching youth hockey together. My dad’s not ready to know I’m seeing someone else yet.”
I sighed heavily, reminded that my attraction to Jolie had made me set aside my plans to stay on Coach’s good side. He was going to kill me for this when he found out. But hopefully I could get traded before that happened.
“I’ll do my best not to bend you over the wall at the rink during practices,” I said with a mock sigh.
“How chivalrous.”
I shrugged a shoulder and kissed her again. “I do what I can.”
A pounding at Jolie’s front door made her jump.
“Jolie! It’s Marie! Are you home? We have to evacuate the building; the fire alarm went off!”
Jolie’s eyes widened as she looked down at her near nakedness.
“Give me thirty seconds,” she whispered.
She ran into her bedroom and emerged wearing sweats and a thick, oversized cardigan sweater, which she held closed with one hand.
“Jolie, are you in there?” the neighbor yelled. “I’m going to break the door down!”
“No, don’t do that. I’m coming!” she said, running to unlock the door.
“Bye,” I said, kissing the top of her head.