Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 16095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Sally. I’m not going to last if you keep on doing that.”
Good. She didn’t want him to last.
He wrapped his fingers in her hair to stop her. “No, I don’t want to come down this pretty throat. One day. Soon, maybe.” He lifted her and then he was the one on his knees, helping her out of her pants for a second time that night.
Hank shoved her to the bed and forced her to spread open her thighs. She did so and he began to lick and suck at her pussy.
The pleasure was intense and she didn’t think it was possible to have a second orgasm so soon. Hank possessed a skilled tongue. One she couldn’t deny and as he started to work her clit, she screamed for more, not wanting him to stop, and he didn’t. He worked her into a second orgasm so quickly.
She was shaking and ready for his cock, and this time, as he slid inside her, she felt stretched, full, and completely fucking wrecked.
****
One night wasn’t enough.
Hank stared at the sleeping woman beside him and knew he wanted her again. He’d woken up wrapped around her and now as he watched her, he wanted to wake her up. Last night he’d taken her four times, five if he included the bakery.
His cock should be spent.
It wasn’t.
He was addicted to the sounds and feelings of Sally Bright. If he’d known how good it would have been between them, he wouldn’t have ignored her during high school. Back then, she’d always seemed like a prude. Sure, he’d been attracted to her, even if to some of the guys she’d been too big. For him, she was perfect. Her curves were incredible, even back then.
Of course, she’d hidden them well, but the times he’d been near her, he got to feel them.
She released a sigh and he waited.
Her eyes opened and she frowned. She looked up at him. “Last night wasn’t a dream, was it?”
“Nope.”
“We … er…”
“Yep.”
“We did.”
“Five times, total.”
“Oh, wow, is that some kind of world record?”
“For me it is,” he said.
She pressed her hands to her face. “What time is it?”
“A little after seven.”
Sally sat up and groaned, reaching over him, which made sure he got a nice plump tit in his face. The perfect way to wake up every single morning. She let out a gasp. She hadn’t done it to tempt him but to grab his alarm clock.
He was thoroughly disappointed but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Shit. I’m so late. I’ve got to head in. I’m so freaking late.”
“You’re the boss. How late can you be?” he asked.
“I’m the one who does most of the baking on a daily basis. Becks deals with customers and all of that stuff.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve already spoken to Becks.” He reached behind him, picking up her cell phone.
“You answered my phone?”
“It kept ringing and you looked so peaceful. Clearly, you don’t get enough sleep. That’s bad for you, in case you were wondering.”
She snatched the phone from him. “I’m not wondering anything.” She groaned. “Shit. Shit. What did she say?”
“Well, she asked how you were. Wanted to know if I gave you a good time. I told her I’ve got scratch marks on my back from the power of your fucking.”
Sally gasped. “You didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t. She wanted to make sure you were okay. You’re never not in the shop and she was worried. Like really worried.”
She climbed out of bed and he got to see all of those curves. “I’ve got to go.”
“Becks said she could handle it. You haven’t taken a single day off, ever. Don’t you ever get sick?”
“No, I make sure I take plenty of herbal remedies. I don’t have the time to get sick. Where are my clothes?” she asked.
“In the laundry room, downstairs.”
“How did they get to the laundry?”
“I got up in the middle of the night, tripped over them, and decided to wash them.”
“You know how to wash clothes?”
“Yes. I should be insulted by all this knowledge you don’t think I have. I’ve got plenty.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be awful. I just, it’s a surprise.”
“It’s fine. I’m getting used to your bad attitude,” he said. He flung the sheet off him and stepped up to her. “But you can make it up to me.”
“I can’t. You need to put some clothes on.”
“So do you.” He cupped her tits and pulled her back against him. His cock pressed into the base of her back. It wasn’t anywhere near where he wanted to touch her, but it was going to have to do.
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Becks said she was in charge. She can handle it. You are mine for this morning, and even all day, if you play your cards right.” He moved her toward the bed, kissing and nibbling at her neck.