Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Not because I didn’t trust her, but because I did.
I really, really did.
I was starting to fall really hard for her.
Hell, if I was being truthful, I’d already fallen hard for her.
I just needed to bide my time. To make sure that she didn’t spook and bolt like a nervous filly scared to be tamed.
And she was.
I’d done a lot of taming in my time, and Codie was everything I ever looked for in a horse worth taming—spirited and strong, determined yet willing to learn. Loving and kind. Patient and forgiving.
Yeah, she’d do nicely.
“Ace?” she asked softly, pressing her hand to my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I murmured, my hands moving. “I kept getting really random text messages from you… and I started to think that maybe something was wrong. Like you were dying and trying to send out an SOS or something.”
I dropped her down until she took even more of me, answering with my actions instead of answering her with my words.
Her lips parted, and her eyes went hot.
“I’ll take that as a ‘You’re just fine,’” he whispered gruffly.
Winking at her, I dropped her down even more, not stopping until she was all the way full of me.
She swallowed hard, and I saw for the first time that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
It was also then that I realized she’d done a great job at holding herself back, not giving everything to me that she could, and I knew then and there that I was going to break down every single wall she had.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I admitted, pressing forward until my chest was pressed against her tits.
She wrapped both arms around my neck and pulled me impossibly closer.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I need a new phone.”
I pulled out of her and thrust back inside, making her cry out against my mouth.
I pressed my mouth against hers, silencing her with a kiss.
“No moans or cries,” I ordered. “We don’t want your grandpa coming in here checking on you.”
She scoffed.
“I’m fairly sure that he’s out at the bar like he’s been all week,” she said. “I’m fairly sure that I’ll be going to look at RVs tomorrow because he’s driving me absolutely insane.”
I frowned. “We have a building on the back acreage that Colt was staying in. He just came back up to the main house… but that house? It’s livable. It’s a two-bedroom ranch with just enough space to make it livable but needs some work. I can work on it while you’re living there if you want to take it.”
She squeezed her pussy around my cock, and I forgot what I’d been talking about.
Honestly, I forgot a lot of things.
Such as, we were supposed to be quiet because she had a grandfather that lived with her. Also, that I was taking her roughly against the shower wall.
“Oh, God.” I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
Then, since I couldn’t help it, I started moving again even though I’d literally just told myself that I needed to get myself under control first.
I hadn’t been this goddamn horny—or wanted a woman so desperately—since forever.
In fact, even in high school when the only thing that’d been on my mind was teenage pussy, I hadn’t been this out of control.
Her pussy started to tighten and contract, and before I could tell myself to stop, her pussy clamped down so hard that I could no longer hold back.
My cock started moving in deep, uneven thrusts. Taking her hard and fast while also not giving one flying fuck who or what could hear me.
By the time I was coming, her head was thrown back as she desperately tried to hold on for dear life, and I was blowing air in and out of my lungs like I’d just run a marathon.
Hell, even squatting over four hundred pounds this morning hadn’t elicited that kind of response from me.
“There’s something wrong with my legs,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
I dropped her lower half until she was holding her weight, then asked, “What’s wrong with them?”
“They feel like Jell-O,” she whispered. “I’m fairly sure I can’t go to the gym tomorrow.”
Smacking my hand down hard on her ass, hard enough that I knew there’d be a handprint there for the next hour, I said, “You’re going to the gym. With me.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t make a sound about the smack.
“Let’s get out of here,” she suggested. “The water is cold.”
I agreed and backed up, being sure to stay out of the spray of the shower as I made my way out of the stall.
When I turned to look at her, it was to see my release leave her in a rush, hitting the tile of the floor between her splayed thighs as well as running down the inside of her left thigh.