Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I’ve never thought of thoughts like this in my life. She’s not afraid to tell me what she wants, and that’s hot as hell. I guess it has unleashed something equally unabashed in my brain.
I reach up a little further, and her breathing changes. It’s not just circling her clit that’s doing it. It’s what I’m doing inside her as well.
“Oh god,” she rasps with what sounds like the last bit of breath in her lungs. “I…oh shit. I…Apollo.”
“Are you going to come, Patience? Are you going to come in this treehouse, on my face, and on my fingers, writhing on the floor like a lusty goddess?”
“Ew, but also, that’s kind of hot.”
“Are you? Are you going to come harder for me than you’ve ever come in your life?”
I hit that spot inside her again, and I feel how wet she is. She’s wet enough that she’s soaking my whole hand. Her teeth start chattering, and her knees try and lock together, but since I’m between her legs, that’s not happening. She does ride my face, though. Wildly. I’m never going to forget a single detail about any of this. She’s so fucking hot, and she’s so hot when she’s fucking. Ha. How’s that for a tongue twister? But it’s still nothing compared to what I’m doing with my tongue at the moment.
She likes it, and I can tell she’s going to shatter. But I want to hear her say it.
“Are you going to come, Patience?” I ask again.
“That depends on how good you are,” she tosses back sassily, her voice wavering.
“I think I’m pretty good at this,” I respond confidently.
I attack her clit and work my fingers harder until I can feel her starting to come apart. “Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I’m coming. Apollo. Please. I—”
“Apollo?” a sudden voice calls out.
“Garp!” Patience frantically claws at the floor and tries to kick me away. Then, she shoots up and tries to grab her leggings in the next second.
I can’t think of a single moment when my dad has had worse timing.
“Answer him!” she hisses right next to my ear in her lowest, panic-stricken, most mortified voice. “Freaking answer him, or he’ll come up here. He’ll know what we’re doing!”
I point to the floor where the trap door is. I’ve locked it. “He can’t get in.”
“He’ll know what we’re doing for sure then! No one locks a door unless they’re fucking,” she tells me, her voice filled with urgency.
“I’m pretty sure just about everyone locks doors for other reasons.”
“This is a tree fort, and he couldn’t hear us talking. He’ll…oh my god, what if he heard me just now? I’m going to die, Apollo. I’m going to die of embarrassment.”
“You’re not,” I tell her firmly.
She stands up and pulls her leggings on so hard and rapidly that I swear they could rip in half. They protest, but they hold.
“Apollo? I thought I heard a gunshot,” my dad calls out from the outside.
Good god, that was quite a while ago. Patience points at me, which basically means her finger goes straight into my chest because I’m so close. “Don’t look at me like that,” she whisper-yells. She’s good at that, whisper-yelling under her breath. “Don’t look at me like your night was just totally ruined. I was the one who was mid-coming.”
She’s only a breath away, and she’s furious. Her cheeks are flushed, and it’s all I can do not to grab her and crush her lips with mine. Instead, my hands circle her waist, and I haul her up against me. I make sure my extremely-hard-to-the-point-of-probably-falling-off cock hits her extremely-sensitive-to-the-point-of-nearly-coming clit. She gasps, gives me the dirty eye, bumps against me again, and claps a hand over her mouth to stifle the sexed-up sigh that escapes her.
“We’re okay, Dad. We’re good. It was just the blow-up chair. I sat on it wrong, and I was too heavy for it, so it popped.”
“I wouldn’t recommend doing that,” Dad advises.
“I can see why now. Anyway, it’s okay. You can go back in. Nothing’s happening out here.”
“Okay, just wanted to check. You never know what might be going on in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, up in a treehouse. Someone might be up to no good.”
Patience looks like she’s going to strike out for real. I clap a hand over her mouth this time and barely stifle her laughter on time. I have to clamp my lips shut to keep mine inside too.
“If you’re sure, then I’ll go back in and resume my skunk cuddles,” Dad says.
“I’m sure. Thanks. We’ll be in right away. We just wanted to stay out and watch the stars and talk. We’re kind of having one of those serious conversations and need a bit more time.”
“Right. Yes, uh, okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”