Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Gabe was everything I could ever want and more. He knew how to work his rock hard body. He also knew how to work mine. I’ve had two other sexual partners, and neither one could even hold a candle to how hot he made me.
His cock abruptly slammed into me from behind. A squeak emerged from my throat at the suddenness, but that didn’t deter him. He pounded his cock into me, but pulled out a minute or so later and flipped me over to my back. Lifting my right leg over his shoulder, he positioned himself at my entrance again, sliding home with one smooth slick thrust. My leg was plastered to his rock hard abs and chest. His dog tags swung with each thrust of his body, making clinking sounds that sounded like music setting the tempo for our lovemaking.
He leaned down, took one of my nipples between his lips and sucked hard. My body arched off the bed, trying to get closer to his mouth. My leg was wedged between both of our bodies, and Gabe’s cock was bottoming out inside of me. He released my nipple from the suction of his lips with an audible pop, and leaned back so he could watch his cock enter my vagina. He reached his hand down and rubbed the entrance of my vagina where his cock was sliding in and out. He let the tip of his finger slip into my entrance, and the added fullness set me off like a rocket.
He gave a few more hammering thrusts and then came himself, shooting into me in hot thick pulses. He stayed inside me while we caught our breath. He slowly shrunk inside me, pulling out reluctantly a few minutes later. His come slid out of me. He watched it the entire time, while it trailed out of my vagina, past my anus, and pooled beneath my butt on the sheets. Reaching down, he used the side of his index finger, gathered some of my wetness, and rubbed it back up until he reached my clit. I jumped from the sensitivity, and then moaned because surprisingly it still felt unbelievable. Normally I was too sensitive, but he knew just how to work me.
He continued to rub and flick until I had a second orgasm, arching my spine and throwing my head back. Dropping my leg to his side, he leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips.
“Mmmm. Now that is how I like to start my morning.” He said kissing me softly before heading into the bathroom.
The shower turned on a few seconds later. I glanced at the clock realizing that I had a little over forty-five minutes until I needed to be at work. Hmmmm. I decided to rest my eyes for just a few seconds more.
I woke up for real the second time. It was to a hand clamped around my ankle with an unbreakable hold dragging me down the bed. Asshole. I only wanted fifteen more minutes.
“I’m up!” I screamed into my pillow, which I’d managed to hold onto through my rough treatment.
“It’s ten till we need to leave. You need to get your ass in gear. I’ve got a ton of shit to get done today, and I need to drop you off on my way, so let’s get going.” Gabe said while giving my ass a smack and leaving the room.
Heaving an exasperated sigh, I rolled out of bed, and took a quick shower. I threw my hair up into my usual messy bun, swiped on some mascara and deodorant, and then went in search of clothes. Finding some clean ones at the end of the bed, I pulled on a pair of fold-over capri yoga pants, an ancient shirt from my junior year volleyball team, and my hot pink tennis shoes. Perfect.
Being an athletic trainer really worked well for my style of dress. I wasn’t expected to dress up, and tennis shoes were a required accessory when you needed to get places in a hurry. When I was in high school, I was at a volleyball summer camp prior to my senior year when I tore my ACL. It was a horrific experience. I still remember trying to put weight on my bad leg and walk off the court when the top of my leg went one way and the bottom went another. After about six months of recovery and therapy, I found my calling.
It also didn’t hurt that I could wear what I wanted to. With the help of the trainer at my high school, I started down a path that found me where I was today. I graduated from a local Baptist college, ETBU, four years after I graduated high school. Then I found my dream job, in the town that I grew up, and close to my only family, Max. Now Gabe was here too, and that made my life all the better.
There was a bothersome gang that kept putting a damper on things, but I knew that Gabe and Max would figure this out. As long as I was safe and did what I was told, I knew that I would be okay.
Rushing outside of the room, Gabe was nowhere to be found. Assuming he was outside, I grabbed my bag and phone, and then ran out the door. There he was, on his death machine. Today he was wearing dark washed jeans with a red plain cotton t-shirt. Ray-Bans covered his eyes, his black hair was pulled back with a bandana, and he was just reaching for my helmet when he spotted me. He grinned broadly and patted the bitch seat at the back of him. Smiling inwardly with glee at that beautiful smile, I dashed towards the motorcycle and hopped on the back, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“Ready!” I said excitedly.
I loved this bike, and it made my day when I get to ride on the back of it with him. The ride was so free and exhilarating. I loved how my hair became a tangled mess around my face. I loved the way my stomach would turn and flip when we went around a tight curve. I also loved how when Gabe revved the motor it would make my whole body feel like I touched a live wire. Gabe loved to do that. He thought it was hilarious that I would squeal in excitement.