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)
I might have been a tiny bit of a bitch, but I also didn’t need him to tell me I was. Glaring at him, I turned the light off and laid down on my uninjured side again. He gave me a soft kiss on the side of my head and went to his own side; I fumed for a whole 2.3 seconds and then promptly fell asleep.
My last thought however was, doesn’t he know better by now than to tell me not to do something?
Chapter 12
I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. You eat pieces of shit for breakfast?!
-Happy Gilmore
Ember
“Do my thighs look like they touch in these pants?” I asked Gabe as he was walking out to the living room to start the coffee.
He stopped and turned, regarding my cautiously. I was standing with my back to him in my new Rock Revival jeans. They were a little tight in the thighs since I’d ordered a size smaller than I normally wear, especially in the thighs. I’m sure he was trying to decide if he should answer honestly or not.
He still had the streak marks from the pillow creased into his face, and I had to try hard not to laugh. He was wearing boxer briefs and a pair of socks. He did weird things like this. He said he didn’t like the feel of the sheets on his feet, so always wore socks to bed. His dog tags were dangling between his solid pecs. His hair was an absolute mess. My man could definitely pull off the sleepy look.
Reaching into my shirt, I pulled out my iPhone and snapped a quick picture. He didn’t say anything though. He must be thinking hard on what to say.
“Honestly, I could give a fuck if your thighs touch or not. Mostly, I just care about your thighs when my head’s between them, sucking you, or when my thighs are wedged between them and my cock is inside you.”
Holy. Shit.
I think I just had a mini orgasm.
“Good answer, baby.” I said to him.
He smiled and exited the room, going for the coffee that was his life force in the mornings. I went ahead and finished getting ready, putting on shoes a shirt, and throwing my hair up in a messy ponytail at the top of my head. That was about all I could expend today. My side was throbbing in tune with my heartbeats, and I really had no desire to put any more effort in than jeans and a t-shirt. It was a deodorant only kind of day.
“How’re you feeling?” Gabe asked from directly behind me making me jump and then cringe.
“Sorry, baby.” He said before kissing the side of my head and heading to the bathroom.
I followed him in and watched him strip. His backside looked like it was sculpted out of granite. Smooth hard lines ran down his back, ass, and thighs. He bent over to take his underwear off and I had a clear view of his balls hanging between his legs and his half-hard cock.
My mouth watered. Damn the fact that I had such an early appointment time. I was running late as it was, otherwise I would join him in the shower.
I watched as the muscles in his forearm, bicep, and shoulder flex and relax with each forward and back motion as he brushed his teeth. His eyes watched me in the mirror as I watched him. Spitting and rinsing, he turned the shower on and stepped in without checking the temperature.
I shivered, but not because he didn’t check the temperature, but because of the water running down his defined chest and abs. He was beautiful.
“If you don’t knock it the fuck off, I’m gonna have you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” Gabe ground out.
My eyes went wide, but not in indignation. I actually wanted to do it.
He finished washing the soap out of his hair and off his body, turned off the water, and then stepped out. All the while, his eyes were on me. He was no longer half-hard. No, he was completely hard. His skin stretched over his cock tightly. The veins that ran along his penis stood out starkly. The head was slightly purple in color, and I longed to have him in my mouth.
He stalked towards me and took my mouth in a rough kiss. His large hand curled around the bottom of my jaw, cupping my chin, and held my face in place while he devoured my mouth. He backed me up against the wall, and I took that as my cue and dropped to my knees in front of him.
Reaching up with my hand, I gently cupped his balls. His sharp indrawn breath made me smile right before I took him in my mouth. I went as deep as I could go before withdrawing. I worked him like an ice-cream cone. Traced the veins on his cock with my tongue. He lost the struggle with his hands and one went to the ponytail that gathered my hair, and the other went to the wall behind me.
Guiding his cock back into my mouth, he used his grip on my hair to set the pace that would get him off the quickest. In and out, he thrust, trying to keep it shallow so he didn’t gag me. I was having none of that though. Grabbing a hold of his thighs, I pulled him forward harder until he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, and heard him hiss. This was turning me on beyond belief, so I unsnapped the buttons of my jeans and snuck my hands into my panties.
Finding my clit, I started rubbing it in circles. I looked up and caught Gabe watching my progress down below. His eyes were like blue fire as he watched me rub clit, as well as his cock tunneling into my mouth. His eyes made contact with mine and I lost it.
My orgasm burst forth and I moaned around his cock, which set him off too. Come splashed into my mouth, and I swallowed convulsively. He eased from my mouth with a soft pop, and I licked my lips and smiled at him.