Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Damn,” he said. “That sucks. I’m guessing the cow is dead?”
“That’s the thing!” I laughed then as I opened my mouth and applied my mascara. Once I was done, I explained, “So the cow lived. Not a scratch on him. He was a big ass bull, and he’d jumped the fence. Another, much smaller bull had jumped first I guess. They were both crossing the road to their heifer herd across the street.”
“I can only imagine that the damage was severe,” he mused as he watched me with avid fascination.
I was on my eyeliner now.
“I don’t know how it’s possible that you put on makeup yet don’t look like you did at all,” he said. “What, exactly, is the point of putting all of that on if you look just as beautiful as before you started?”
I snorted and pointed at the bags still under one eye. “This. Plus, the pallor of my skin is leaving very little to the imagination.”
“I truly think that you could skip the makeup and be just as beautiful,” he admitted quietly. “Now, if Desi tried to skip the makeup, she’d look like the pimply-faced teen that she is. But you have flawless skin, and your eyes just pop. Your eyebrows are perfect, and even though I know that those lashes are fake as fuck, you don’t need mascara for them.”
I finished up my eyes, then grabbed my lip gloss before slicking it on.
Only when I was finished did I turn, lean my hips against the counter, and say, “You’re the best man I’ve ever met.”
He stood up and caged me in against the sink. “You’re being quite generous,” he said. “But I won’t argue since you sound so sure.”
I ran a finger down the length of his throat and said, “What did I do to deserve you?”
He picked me up and sat me on the counter.
My ass immediately felt cold as I sat in the remnants of the water that I’d used to brush my teeth this morning.
I didn’t complain as he bent down and caught my mouth with his.
When he pulled back, he was wearing most of my lip gloss.
I giggled and said, “You are gonna have to clean that off.”
He did, by kissing his way down my throat.
This time, the panic didn’t hit me until his lips were in a much different place.
He pulled away from my pussy, or, more accurately, the very most inner part of my thigh, and winked at me.
Close.
So damn close.
My heart was pounding. My head was spinning.
But I would not let the panic win.
I would not let that asshole, now very dead senator, take this away from me.
With a cry, I jumped off the counter and threw myself at Haze.
His body went backward into the space behind him, and I landed on top of him.
He caught me, as if there was ever any doubt that he would and laughed.
That laugh was swallowed by my mouth as I kissed him desperately.
He kissed me back, but didn’t do anything more than that.
With awkward, searching fingers, I pulled his cock out of his jeans—which was a lot harder than he made it look when he did it—and sat on him.
I was once again happy with my attire—a stretchy sweater dress that was ankle length and very, very stretchy.
The one downfall about it was that it didn’t allow for underwear unless you didn’t care about seeing seams—which I most certainly cared about. However, the no underwear thing worked out very well in that moment.
Rucking my dress up to around my hips, I straddled his hips, lined myself up with his very hard cock, and sank down onto him.
Now, I don’t know if I just forgot every time about just how damn big Haze was, but it’s like my vagina had to remember each time that he took some getting used to.
So when I forced myself down onto him without any preparation, I cried out in surprise.
That surprise was fantastic, of course, but it momentarily made me forget about my freaking out heart rate, and instead focus on just how big, and how good, he made me feel.
“Oh, god,” I breathed. “Haze…”
His hands came to my ass, and he smoothed his palm up both globes, then down again.
He didn’t rush me.
He didn’t urge me to move.
He just remained so perfectly still that he appeared to be made out of stone.
If it wasn’t for the pulse pounding at his neck and his throbbing erection buried deep inside of me, I would’ve thought him unaffected.
But he was affected.
Very affected.
I smoothed my hand up to his throat and curled my tiny palm around the thick column of muscle and sinew.
His eyes, that I now realized were pinched tightly closed for a reason, snapped open. His eyes blazed as they found mine.
I was killing him.
I grinned and slowly started to move, up and down, in the smallest amounts.