Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
But they’re also loud enough to wake all our neighbors—including the woman we’ve been lying to for the past month.
Octavia thinks Jess is her friend and my neighbor. Nothing more.
I won’t lie. The sneaking-around part is an added bonus to our agreement. I get to share Jess with Octavia without Octavia worrying that Jess is only spending time with her to get closer to me.
Call me arrogant, but a lot of Octavia’s so-called friends did that to her throughout her senior year. I was clueless until it was too late to fix my fuck up.
When Jess commences shouting my brilliance into the cool night air, I free her hip from my grip and slide my hand up her jiggling body to clamp her mouth. As her hot breaths batter my palm, I drive into her on repeat, uncaring that the rhythmic thump of the entryway table into the wall gives away what we’re doing.
I don’t want Octavia knowing who is fucking the living hell out of Jess, but I have no issues with her knowing Jess’s needs are being taken care of. If she realizes it’s okay to let go of the reins occasionally, perhaps she will start finding her place in the world.
It’s been working well for Jess for the past four weeks.
I’ve never seen her so free and liberated as she is when my cock is buried deep inside her, and the knowledge has me pounding into her even more deeply seated.
I wait for the familiar tingle I was once ashamed of to pull my balls in close to my body before devoting my attention back to Jess’s clit. As my long fingers tease and stroke the nervy bud, I bend my knees to give me more leverage before adding a flick to the manic thrusts of my hips.
It drives Jess wild, and within minutes, she’s begging to come. “Please… oh… Sweet Clementine… I need to come.”
“Then come.”
I chuckle under my breath when the sexual electricity hissing in the air isn’t strong enough to stop Jess’s eyes from narrowing into tiny squints.
She’s so fucking sassy, but fortunately for me, I have the magic touch. Two thrums of my thumb over her clit, her annoyed expression switches to ecstasy, and the walls of her vagina massage my throbbing cock, begging for its cum.
“Fuck, Jessie!” I moan in a long, needy grunt when she surrenders to the tension spiraling around us. Every muscle in her body tightens as a violent climax overtakes her. “I love the way your pussy milks my cock, begging for its spawn.”
I usually wait for her body to stop writhing in the effects of an orgasm, but the pull is too strong today. With an animalistic growl, I toss myself into the same pleasuring mix, moaning and grunting when the flexes of my cock as sperm rockets out of my knob stretches Jess’s orgasm.
She shudders along with me, the jerks of our bodies ferocious and overpowering.
Several long, grunting expletives later, I collapse against her back. My breathing is hard, and my body is more sweaty now than it was during my twenty-minute routines tonight.
“Are you all right?” I ask when Jess remains quiet. She could be struggling to catch her breath. Even something as simple as breathing seems above my caliber right now.
After a beat, she jerks up her chin. “Yeah. Just exhausted.”
I smile at the wobble of her legs when I pull out of her so I can remove my condom. After discarding it into the bin next to the entry, I gather Jess in my arms and shuffle into the living room. I’m shuffling because my jeans are huddled around my ankles but to remove them, I’d need to put Jess down to undo my boots’ laces.
Since I’m slowly learning that aftercare is just as important as foreplay, I refuse to do that.
No one wants to feel used after sexual activity.
After flopping onto Jess’s couch, I pull her into my chest, then lazily drag my hand down her back. My touch causes the cotton material of her dress to cling to her skin, but it also slows her breathing and brings her heart rate back to a safe level.
The intimacy being displayed should feel odd considering how feral our fuck was, but for some reason, it doesn’t. Jess’s curvy ass is nestling my cock, her breaths are tickling a handful of my chest hairs, and although her lacy bra is hiding her tits from my still-thirty eyes, there’s enough flesh exposed to rouse my cock.
“Caleb…” Jess murmurs with a giggle, her breathing fanning my chest. “You can’t be ready for round two already. Round one only just finished.”
“It’s not me.” I rock up my hips so my rapidly thickening cock digs into her ass. “It has a mind of its own when it comes to you.”