Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Oh, geez. This is not what I think it is.
“Hold my dress,” she requests. I do as I’m told, and she reaches for the bandage to slowly peel it back, and a grin crosses my face before she has even finished. A tattoo reading Jax in cursive writing rests on her inner hip, in a place where only I would ever see. “Do you like it?” she asks, nervously.
“Fuck, babe. I love it,” I laugh. “I mean, I’m kind of stunned but . . . fuck.”
“It’s super cheesy, but I wanted to do something to prove to you that you’re my forever.”
With those words, I crush my lips to hers, letting go of her dress. She gasps as she hastily tries to stick the bandage back on while keeping up with my lips. With her dress still sitting around her hips, I do the one thing any man would do in my position.
My hand comes down between us and instantly slips into her underwear while her hands work to undo my belt buckle. Within moments, her fingers are curling around my cock and working up and down. Needing to be inside her and feel her heat all over me, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in closer.
Cassie rises up and guides herself on top of me before dropping down and giving us both the relief that we’re so desperately craving.
She rides me like a seasoned pro, gripping onto my shoulders and in no time at all, she’s exploding around me, her pussy clenching and claiming me as her own. She doesn’t stop moving as her high rocks through her, and with that, I find my release with a low groan, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her pussy.
Her head drops to my shoulder, and my hand roams up and down her back. “Holy shit, Cass. You’re amazing,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm,” she whimpers in agreement.
“Alright, babe,” I say after a few minutes. “Let me take you home so we can do that all over again.”
“Okay, yeah. I need new panties,” she explains, then after seeing my blank stare, she continues. “No condom.”
“Right,” I say as understanding dawns. I scoop her up in my arms and walk her back to my truck, and can’t help but laugh as I put her in and she cringes as she sits down. Despite taking wicked pleasure in her discomfort, I make my way to my side and get in to drive her home.
“Speaking of panties,” she says as I reverse out of the parking spot. “You haven’t got a trophy drawer full of girls’ panties, do you? I’m missing my favorite black lace ones.”
I stop my truck in the middle of the quiet road and gape at her. “Babe, the rush is seeing you in them and then watching them slide down those legs of yours. I’m sorry to tell you, but I don’t get off by pocketing them afterward.”
“Damn. I kind of hoped you did. At least then I’d know where they are,” she sighs.
“You better not have lost those ones,” I tell her, hitting the gas again. “They’re my favorite, too.”
“Sorry,” she shrugs apologetically. “They’re definitely gone. I’ve looked everywhere.”
I promise to buy her some new ones, and it’s not long before we’re pulling onto her street and she recognizes the black truck in her driveway. “Shit,” she groans with a heavy sigh. “Tell me that’s not Carter’s truck?”
“Maybe he got lost on his way to Sluts’R’Us?” I suggest.
Cassie throws me a sideways glance, her lips twisting into a wicked grin. “He could have always called you for directions,” she throws back at me with a sexy-as-hell sparkle in her eye.
“Touché,” I laugh as I pull up beside Carter’s truck.
“Let’s just hope he’s here to see me and not Bri,” she murmurs as she jumps out of my truck.
I scoff, bringing my truck to a stop. “Doubt it. It’s after eleven at night.”
Cassie harrumphs and marches down the path to the front door before twisting the handle and shoving her shoulder into it. “Carter Thomas Waters, get your bitch-ass out here right now, and you better make damn sure it’s clothed,” she calls through the house.
I hear laughter coming from the hallway and have to stifle my own.
Carter comes into view with a half-naked Bri behind him. He works on the button of his jeans, and it’s damn obvious what’s just gone down. Unsurprisingly, Cass immediately lays into him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? I told you, none of my girlfriends.”
Carter just laughs, more than pleased with himself. Though, I’m sure it’ll be a different story once Bobby finds out about this. Either way, this is about to get good. So I do what anyone else in my position would do and take a seat on the couch, kick up my feet, and get comfortable for the show.