Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Who the fuck was I to deny her that?
"Okay," I said, pulling her up onto my lap, my thumb moving out to glide over her hardened nipple, listening to the way her breath sucked in at the contact.
My other hand moved out, sinking into her ass, pulling her closer, then sliding up her spine to the back of her neck, pulling her toward, sealing my lips to hers.
A shiver coursed through her at the contact as her arms wrapped around the back of my neck, her breasts crushing to my chest.
Her hips ground against me, trying to shift to get my cock to glide against her.
"We can't," I said against her lips before turning my head, running my lips over her neck.
A low, whimpering noise escaped her, making me wish I was the type to just say "fuck it" about this kind of shit.
"But you know what I need to do?"
"What?" she asked, rubbing her hips against me one more time.
"I need to wash you off," I told her, already pushing her back far enough so that I could turn her, resting her back against my chest. "Got any objections to that?" I asked, reaching out to snag a bar of soap in the shape of a fucking koi fish, and slipping it under the water before sliding it across the uppermost part of her chest, the suds spreading across her soft skin.
"No objections," she said, head turning so her face was resting under my chin as my hands soaped over her breasts, up over her shoulders, down her arms, then back, moving over her belly, then hips, thighs, then, finally, slipping between, feeling her body jolt at the contact.
I kept up the pretense of cleaning her up for another second or two before I dropped the soap, my fingers finding her clit, and working it until she was writhing and panting, her lips pressed together to try to keep any sounds in.
My thumb moved to her clit as my two fingers thrust inside her, moving slowly, lazily, in no rush now that I had her back, wanting to make a rough day a little less awful. Maybe the better way to show her I cared was the flowers and candy and wining and dining shit. But I was a firm believer that good orgasms could do wonders for the mind and body. And it certainly never hurt to try, anyway.
"Come, babe," I demanded softly as she tightened around my fingers, as her heavy breathing became soft whimpers, unable to control herself anymore. "Come," I demanded again, fingers turning, rubbing over her G-spot.
The orgasm crashed through her, making her gasp, her body stiffening for a long moment before going lax.
"Little better?" I asked, fingers still inside her. "What was that?" I asked, lips curving up when she let out a little humming noise.
"More," she said, pulling away, turning to face me again, hand reaching down, touching my aching cock.
"Babe, there's time for that later," I said, shaking my head.
"Yes, later too," she demanded, lips sealing over mine, kissing me hard, hungry, until all thoughts of objection slid away, leaving me lifting her up as I got us out of the tub, putting her onto her feet as I grabbed towels, roughly, impatiently drying her off before reaching to grab a condom out of my wallet, then leading her over toward the sink cabinet where there was a massive mirror taking over almost the entire wall, letting me look over her as I moved in behind her, slipping on the condom.
"Huck, please," she said, wiggling her ass back at me, and I couldn't resist landing a slap, hearing the sound reverberate through the large, empty, tiled space.
"I'll never get tired of hearing you beg for my cock," I told her, realizing I was telling the truth.
If this was any other woman, I would have been done with her by now, moving onto something new and shiny.
Instead, all I could think of was all the ways I wanted to fuck her in the future.
My hand slid forward, going between her thighs even as my cock slammed inside of her.
After her tough day, I probably should have been softer and sweeter, but I had no control as I fucked her. Hard. Fast. Her whole body jolting with each thrust, making her tits bounce. Her hands moved forward, pressing into the mirror to hold herself in place as I drove her up, my hand working her clit, the other snaking around her throat as I felt her walls start to tighten around me, cutting off just enough of her air to keep her quiet as she crashed into her orgasm, making me come with her so hard that I fell forward over her, taking a long moment before I felt strong enough to stand again.