Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir.” An arrogant grin spreads on my face at the same time I drive a digit further into her back hole eliciting a loud, body shaking scream. “Blow that shit all over my fucking backseat.”
It’ll be a bitch to clean.
But so worth it.
More groans grace my ears leading my dick to twitch in warning while my eyes roll back into my head. Wetness continuously laves my shaft as much as my balls as Bunny greedily bounces up and down, forehead savagely smashing into the ceiling during her climb to the pinnacle of ecstasy. One of her hands feverishly cups her own tit, squeezing and kneading, bruising the territory, yet the other finds its way around the seat to latch onto our boyfriend’s neck, needing the stiffening area for support.
Leverage.
“Be a good filthy little fuck for me,” Nolan begins around his choppy breathing, “and fill our dirty fucking slut with cum.”
Like a sex themed abracadabra, blistering bursts splash against her deepest depths where they’re immediately welcomed by perpetual pulsing, sucking them in even further, determined not to spill a single drop.
“Fuckkkkk,” burns the side of my face right before Nolan bites my earlobe, figure twitching as he comes undone with us from his slightly separate position.
The instant my cock quits kicking our woman collapses forward on an undeniably pleased sigh prompting me to relocate my grip to the small of her back. “Happy, baby?”
She nestles her face on my bright, tight checkered, baby blue dress shirt covered shoulder, which gets Nolan lightly chuckling. “She definitely looks happy.”
Her hand removes itself from his frame to flick him off.
“Mmmhm,” our partner airily laughs again. “Glad to see you too, Rabbit.” Bunny glares for only a moment due to him planting a kiss on her parted lips. She adoringly sighs, and afterwards, he delivers one to the side of my forehead unconsciously summoning the same sound to leave me. “Come on, you two. Let’s get you fed something with actual sustenance.”
Bunny angles her head to meet my stare. “That means food.”
Delivering a slap to her ass sparks louder giggles to instantly flood the vehicle.
Man, I never imagined I would love hearing that shit more than my bass system blare Trans-Siberian Orchestra when I’m behind the wheel.
Really anytime.
There are very few things I enjoy more than the laughter of the two people I would willingly drink a gallon of coolant for.
And on that list would definitely be hearing them fucking come for me.
Huh.
Pretty sure that might be the whole list.
The three of us pile out of my vehicle and do our best to respectfully readjust our clothing in the dim parking lot where I barely managed to find parking.
This is definitely one reason I hate doing shit in Crystal Waters, especially on the weekend. Bigger cities always equate to shittier traffic and more importantly, shittier parking. Where Nolan was forced to park his tow truck is a mystery and one that I probably would’ve dove into had he not crawled into the backseat while Bunny and I were momentarily making out – brought on by me changing out of my work shirt – to join us.
That’s probably the wildest shit about this whole thing.
Once we leave the starting mark, there’s no slowing us down until we’ve all crossed the finished line.
Doesn’t matter where we are.
Or the time of day.
Or what the fuck we have to do.
As soon as that flag waves for us to go, that’s exactly what we do.
What makes it even better?
None of us have ever been this way with anyone else.
I swear, it’s like we’re the same magical formula that made the first Fast and The Furious movie so damn memorable.
Bubbling Bistro, the corner café whose back lot we managed to grab a spot in, is already packed and on a wait by the time we finally arrive. Getting here sooner would’ve obviously been better but between a full day in the garage, cutting out early to pick up parts, and a little showing off of my woman that everyone agreed looks like she walked right out of car mag, time wasn’t totally on our side.
Alright, it could’ve been.
But if the choice is showing off my chick, then filling her with cum to remind her who she belongs to after dudes had been drooling over her for two hours, I’mma choose that one.
Every. Time.
About an hour post putting my name on the list and tapping my foot to more cover band songs than I care admit, we’re settling around a rectangular table on the patio that’s far enough away from the music that it’s not difficult to hear one another while close enough that it pleases Bunny given the way she keeps singing along.
Thoughtlessly, I flop my face into the open palm of the arm that’s resting on the edge of my chair.