Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
She scrunched up her nose at me, sticking out her tongue for good measure.
I took a healthy bite of the oatmeal, and even though it was bland as fuck, I moaned like it was good anyway.
My father chuckled at my antics. Pete ignored me and Jubilee. Jubilee viciously tore into a sausage link.
I grinned—inwardly that was.
***
We were twenty minutes into our three-hour ride when I had to stop to get gas.
When I pulled over at the gas pump, I stepped off and looked backward at my occupant.
“You about to fall asleep?” I asked curiously.
She opened her eyes and shook her head. “No. But I swear this bike is magic. Well, all bikes are, but this one, in particular, is stupendous. When I lean back right here, my lower back vibrates. I haven’t been able to work this particular kink out for three damn days, and your bike did it in twenty without me even trying.”
I grunted and held out my hand for her to take, she declined and dismounted on her own, turning her back on me as she did.
Sighing at her attitude, knowing that I probably deserved whatever she could dish out, I started to fill the tank up.
Four minutes later, gas having been filled for two of those minutes, I leaned against my bike and waited for her to come out.
She didn’t.
What was she doing? I didn’t see anything, not even the bounce of her head through the aisles.
Curious now as to what she was up to, I pocketed my keys and walked into the store, glancing through every aisle before I came up empty.
I passed a curious looking older gentleman that was staring at either the condoms or the bottles of motor oil—I was betting motor oil, but who knew? He may be getting lucky—and headed to the bathrooms.
Coming to the single occupant bathrooms, I knocked on the one indicated for ladies and said, “Yo, Jubilee. You okay in there?”
There was a long pause, then a high-pitched, “Yes!”
I frowned.
“Jubilee?” I called.
“Y-yeah?” she called out, sounding out of breath.
That was when a memory of her, on top of me, riding my cock came to mind.
Her voice had been all husky and turned on then, too. Kind of like it was right now.
I knocked on the door one more time and said, “Jubilee. Let me in.”
There was a slight hesitation, and suddenly the door was yanked open, and I was being jerked in by my t-shirt.
I had about half a second to take in the new room I was in before the door was closed behind me, locked tight, and Jubilee was climbing me like a tree.
One second, I was looking at the damn toilet and sink that were so close there was no way shit didn’t get onto the sink knobs when you flushed it, and the next I was standing with Jubilee’s ass in my hands and her mouth on my neck.
It took my brain about half a second to comprehend what was going on, and then I moved with her back pressed up against the tiled wall that went from floor to ceiling.
“What the fuck?” I groaned when her mouth traveled up my throat.
“Riding on the back of your bike is slowly killing me,” she whispered.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because being this close to you…touching you all the time? It’s slowly wearing down my resistance. There’s no more fight in me. I’m all yours.”
I grinned at her.
“I need you to fuck me really quick. I haven’t been able to come on my own since I left you.”
The desperation in her words had me moving better than the actual words coming out of her mouth.
I wrapped my hand around her jaw and lifted her chin, putting her in the perfect position for my mouth when I slammed it down onto hers.
She moaned into me, her sweet breath mingling with mine as our tongues dueled.
“Who were we kidding?” I said in between breaths. “We were never going to be able to fight this now that we know what we’re missing.”
She laughed, and I bit down lightly on her lip to tell her what I thought about her pulling away.
She shivered and moved back in, this time being the aggressor.
“And you never told me that you were a virgin,” I accused.
She pulled back, her breath hot and heavy, and bared her teeth. “When would you have liked me to do that? I’m not sure that I was capable after everything that we did that night. And if I was feeling then anything like I’m feeling now—which, if my dreams are correct, I was—then I had zero control over anything, my body included.
“Telling you that I was a virgin would’ve been the very last thing on my mind seeing as everything that you’re doing to me right now is making me so hot that there’s only one thing that is in my head right now…having you inside of me.”