Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“If it were, I would only let it near you if I also have the antidote, compliments of being a man-snake being who has a human brain and hands and the ability to do research and science and gather materials and stuff. Granny is very resourceful. Oh my god, I meant with materials, gathering things, and, um, having access to things normal people wouldn’t have? I swear that’s all I meant. I’m just going to shut up now and never mention my granny when one or both of us is partially naked again.”
I shut my mouth by bending down and kissing her breasts. With a moan, she lifts the waistband of my boxers and tentatively touches my dick. “I think it’s just a normal dick. I’m kind of disappointed.”
You know what’s not disappointing? The sound of her saying the word dick with her sweet, soft voice.
I practically go from hard to rock-solid titanium mixed with diamond-plated steel, petrified wood, granite, and iron. This time, when her hand closes around my steel shaft, I let out a hiss. I claim her breast, suckling her nipple into my mouth while she strokes me.
“I’d like you to rip your shirt off now.”
I jerk my head up so fast that I almost nail her in the face with my skull. Thank goodness I was a few inches away. I grasp my T-shirt and try to go all super strong, superhero, and maybe a little bit of accidental lab-created monster on it, but it doesn’t budge.
“Fuck.” I give up and grasp the back to yank it over my head instead.
“That’s really sexy too. The snatch and grab. I can’t do that. I’m envious of it. You have skills.”
“I have all the skills. Skills you know nothing about yet,” I tease.
“Are they boning-me-against-the-wall skills?”
“They just might be.” I sound way more confident than I truly am.
My dick better be on board to not disappoint Echo because this is the first time, and I might be raging hard, but I’m also ragingly ready and ragingly close. I haven’t felt like this since I was…um, okay, I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never had a problem with finishing early, but this might be a first, and it’s the one first I don’t want to have. I’d like to have a permanent hard-on forever.
Or rather, at least until Echo is more than satisfied.
She twists her hands behind my neck, interlaces her fingers, and leaps up onto my hips. Her momentum as she wraps her legs around my waist makes my cock feel like it’s going to explode even though I’m still wearing my boxers. She also throws me off balance just a little bit. I stumble back, go to extend my legs to catch myself and correct my motion, and trip on my jeans, which are around my ankles, and also on my boxers, which are holding my thighs together like a pair of shackles. I let out a yelp as I fall back, straight onto my ass.
I have to say it’s not my most dignified moment.
Echo yelps, and from on top of me, her hands start flying all over the place, searching me for any injury. “Oh my god! Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. The carpet’s soft. Very soft, actually.”
“I do my best to keep it clean as well.” She shifts off of me, a cascade of strawberry blonde hair floating around her shoulders and framing her angelic face while her blue eyes glisten. Her lips, red and puffy and gorgeous from all the kissing, turn up just a little bit now that she realizes I’m not hurt.
She crabwalks backward, which is way hotter than it sounds, grabs my jeans from around my ankles, and tugs. She does the same with my boxers, pulling them off and flinging them to the side.
“Thank you. That’s much better,” I say with a satisfied sigh.
“Anything bruised besides your very nice bottom?”
“You think my bottom is nice? That’s sweet.”
“I don’t know if that’s fishing for compliments or not, but I guess it was freely given and well-deserved. You do have a nice bottom. Also? I’m glad I didn’t crush your dick when I fell on top of you because that would have sucked. And hard to explain at any hospital.”
“I’m good. He’s good too,” I reassure her.
“Okay.” All of a sudden, she’s pinning me to the carpet and straddling my hips, and holy loaded nacho platter, I am so on board for this, even if this wasn’t how we were going to start. I’m even on board with getting rugburns on my butt cheeks if it means watching Echo from this angle as she takes charge and rides me.
Slow down there, wannabe horsey. We’ve gotta last a good long while yet.
The voice inside my head just went full-on Western, and it makes me want to laugh, but I settle for a smile and use my hands to bracket Echo’s curvy, slim waist. She’s so hot that I would…I think I would let her walk on me if she wanted to try a different kind of position. I know I’d let her sit on my face, but that’s an obvious one. I’d bend myself into a pretzel if she demanded it and let her try kinky positions like on top of the fridge or hanging from the ceiling the way she mentioned earlier. I’d shower with her and soap her hair and condition it too. I’d take a bath with her even if it were scented with watermelon bubble bath and sparkly from a dubious kind of bath bomb. I’ve heard people say they’d drink so-and-so’s bathwater, and I always thought that was way too much, hecking creepy, and straight-up a thirsty thing to say, no pun intended.