Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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I’ve been making out with Stevie on my couch for a good ten minutes. After we entered my house, I pulled her here, put her in a straddle over my lap, and kissed her.
I’ve never done this with a woman. Just made out—deep, spicy kisses broken up by tidbits of conversation, finished with breathy kisses that turn hot once again.
I’m sure as hell worked up, my cock hard as a rock not long after Stevie threw her leg over mine. But waiting always makes it better, right?
Grazing my lips down her neck, I say, “Your dad totally likes me now.”
Stevie laughs, her arms wrapped around my neck and holding me to her. “I noticed you two seemed chummy. How did that happen?”
“He overheard me putting a seriously deranged woman who wanted a threesome in her place.”
Stevie jerks in my arms, pushing her torso back with her hands to my chest. “What?”
I try to pull her back into me, but she holds me at a distance with a stiff arm. She cocks an eyebrow, and I see jealousy swirling in her eyes, which have darkened to a deep denim color. I find it adorable, but also holding up the process, so I explain quickly. “Some woman approached me as I was coming out of the bathroom. She was very forward and propositioned me for a threesome. I turned it down, and your dad overheard it.”
“Uh-uh,” she says with a shake of her head. “That would not have impressed my dad.”
I don’t know if it would or not, so I’ll have to trust her on that. “I might have mentioned you in the conversation.”
Her head tilts, her expression curious. “What did you say?”
“Enough to make your dad buy me a beer,” I reply evasively.
I expect her to press me for details, but her eyes soften. Stevie leans in and brushes her mouth against mine. “Thank you,” she murmurs, “for being so sweet.”
I’m leaning back now. “You don’t even know what I said.”
“You said enough to make my dad like you, so that speaks volumes.”
And that is why I wasn’t interested in what that woman at Mario’s offered and why Stevie continues to intrigue me every fucking day.
She presses her lips back to mine and slides her tongue in my mouth. Her hips roll against me causing the most delicious friction, and my hands lock on to make sure she doesn’t stop.
Except she scrambles from my lap, down onto the floor where she kneels between my legs. I start to ask what she’s doing, but her hands go to my jeans button. In seconds, she’s got it popped, the zipper down, and I shift my hips so she can push the material far enough to release my cock.
I let out a stuttering breath and lean back against the cushion, watching her like a hawk.
Stevie takes my hard length into her hand, her skin so warm against mine. She squeezes me, giving a leisurely stroke up, and I groan with need. My head flops back, and I stare at the ceiling as I focus on the feelings of her jacking me. Slowly, a little too gently, her thumb wandering over the head, teasing me.
Then pure, wet heat envelops me, and I practically choke as my head shoots up. Stevie is bent over my lap, her hair blocking my view, but I feel myself press against the back of her throat.
“Jesus,” I growl, my hands moving her hair away from her face. She looks up at me, eyes shining with determination and a devilish smile within. Her head bobs up and down, my cock held deliciously tight between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I keep her hair pulled back so I can watch as she sucks me in deeper and deeper.
I can’t control the slight thrust of my hips against the suction of her mouth. Her hand strokes me at the base, and my balls tingle. Her tiny hums of pleasure are ultimately what starts my unraveling. My cock seems to get bigger, harder, and when Stevie makes a slight choking noise, my orgasm frees itself from the minuscule hold I had on it.
My fingers slide into her hair, and I attempt to pull her off, but she growls at me, pulling me in deeper.
“Fuck,” I bark out as my hips punch up and I come. It’s blistering, waves of pleasure surging through my body, and Stevie swallows all of it. “Baby… God… fuck.”
I’m gasping by the time I’m emptied, my lungs nearly flat from the exertion, and all I can do is haul Stevie up my body with my hands under her armpits. I kiss her hard, taste myself on her tongue, and then flop backward. I wrap my arms around her, soaking in how profoundly intimate that orgasm felt, and a surge of emotion squeezes my chest.