Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I had to be inside of her.
Now.
Roughly, I pulled her legs up by gripping the backs of her knees, pushing them out wide once I had her at the right height.
Luckily, my dick decided to find the way without me helping, because as I pushed forward, it automatically notched into the perfect spot—at her entrance—meaning I didn’t have to let go of anything. All I had to do was slowly sink inside.
I watched, heart in my throat, as her entrance slowly yielded to my tunneling cock. At first it resisted, still unused to the stretch of my cock filling her despite my having taken her numerous times. But, after pulling out and coating the head in her wetness, I slowly slipped back inside, repeating the process more and more until not a millimeter separated us.
My balls rested against her ass, and my dick was so fuckin’ snug inside of her that I was finding it hard to breathe.
“God, you feel so good. Like you were made for me,” I panted.
Her eyes were electric, and her breasts were heaving as she tried to breathe through her own arousal.
“I wish we could switch bodies so I could feel…and you could feel,” she teased, her hands lifting up to run up and down my pectorals.
My nipples pebbled as her fingers slowly ran over the little discs, causing her to repeat it over and over again.
I felt my balls start to rise and knew that we didn’t have much longer.
“One day,” I said, pulling out and thrusting back inside. “I’m going to have control when it comes to you.”
She laughed and canted her hips, receiving my cock at a different angle, allowing me to go even deeper.
I pushed out her legs even wider and watched, amazed, at how well she took me.
“Play with your clit,” I ordered. “This sight is too pretty. I’m not going to make it much longer.”
And she did.
But it took her less than three strokes, and then she was coming.
I followed almost instantaneously behind her, the semen in my balls roiling up like an erupting volcano that’d been set to blow for years.
Every single time I took her it was like the first time.
The ripples in her pussy still amazed me. The way her face turned euphoric when she was at the pinnacle of her orgasm drew me in. But it was the way she smiled at me afterward that made me want to stay that way forever.
But eventually we both came down from our highs and my cock started to deflate.
She mirrored my thoughts, though.
“I want to stay this way forever,” she whispered.
I growled and took her mouth in a possessive kiss. “When the time comes that I ask, baby? Say yes and we can repeat this every night for the rest of our lives.”
Chapter 19
The worst part about losing your glasses is that you don’t have your glasses to help you find your glasses.
-Raleigh’s secret thoughts
Raleigh
I was in such a good mood that nothing, not one single thing, was going to make this day bad for me.
Why was I in such a good mood?
It all centered around a certain sexy football coach that had the power to bring a smile to my face even when I felt like a pile of dog poop.
That morning I’d woken up to a horrible headache that I had nobody but myself to blame, and Ezra’s big massive forearm curled around me tight.
It took only moments for memories of the night before to come back to me, and when they did, I felt like I was on top of the moon.
Until I felt the distinct wetness between my thighs that had nothing at all to do with him depositing his release there the night before.
But even then, my period arriving still didn’t put me in a bad mood.
With half-closed eyes, I began soaking my panties in Ezra’s sink—because hello, I was frugal. I didn’t throw panties away even when they deserved to be—I started searching for a toothbrush, finding one quickly in the bottom drawer in a little plastic bag that usually gets sent home when you visit the dentist.
Turning on the shower, I shucked what remained of my clothes and stepped into the spray.
It was blissfully warm, and I nearly moaned as I felt the hot water washing away the smell of sex and other things from the night before.
My hand started to get tired from where I was instinctively holding it up over the spray, so I turned and rested it on the shampoo rack that was toward the back of the shower.
That was when I saw my cast.
Everything inside me froze when I saw all the words that littered the expanse of my arm.
I turned my arm, curling it slightly in, and started to read.
I love you because you’re pretty.
I love you because you make me smile.