Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I didn’t waste time sinking back inside of her. Once I realized what she was doing, I lost the worry that she wasn’t doing as okay as she looked when I’d been inside of her.
This time, without the feel of the birth control ring inside of her, it felt perfect.
Utterly and shockingly perfect.
“I’m going to come in about six seconds,” I groaned as I sat up on my knees, pulling her with me into my lap.
Or, at least, her lower half.
Her upper body still lay on the bed, her breasts jolting slightly with each thrust of my cock.
I bit my lip and counted to a hundred in my head as I slowly worked my cock inside of her.
My hope was to desensitize my cock to her, as well as manage to gain some of my control back.
But with each bump of my body against hers, her breasts would jolt.
Then when she tired of her breasts almost smacking her in the face, she caught both in her hands and pressed them together.
I groaned when I saw them so close to her face.
“Can you suck your own nipples?” I wondered.
Her eyes practically gleamed when she curled up slightly, making her belly tighten, and caught one dusky pink tip into her mouth.
I lost it.
Watching her suck on her own breast was literally breaking the last thread that was holding my control intact.
Lifting her hips up even higher, I went onto my knees and started to fuck her true. Slow, deep, hard thrusts that caused her to cry out.
Her legs went up toward her chest and spread wide, giving me an unencumbered view of her pussy.
I switched between watching her lick her breasts and watching her pussy spread open wide, taking my cock.
“Play with yourself,” I urged. “Touch your clit. I…”
She came around me, squeezing my cock like a strong fist. She had no need of touching herself.
Crying out in shock at the suddenness of her orgasm, she dropped her hands from her breasts and instead grabbed onto what she could reach for. The nightstand with one hand, and the pillow underneath her head with the other.
“Fuuuuuck!” I cried out, feeling my balls tighten.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Yes, yes, yes!”
The lamp fell off the nightstand, as did the box of goodies, what I assumed were our wedding papers, and a bottle of water.
I was too busy to save anything at that point, though.
My eyes closed without my permission, because goddamn I would’ve loved watching her come the rest of the way or the way she took my cock like she was meant to for always.
Hot spurts of my release started to bathe her insides. I gasped and bent over, unable to hold her up anymore, and pounded away the rest of my release inside of her.
I loved the added slipperiness of our combined fluids. Loved even more that with each thrust of my jerking cock, she tightened and released around me in the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
And when I finally came to a stop between her legs and opened my eyes, it was to find her staring in awe back at me.
“Is it always like that?” she asked, her breath leaving her in small pants.
No, no, it wasn’t.
“No, baby,” I said, clenching her thigh with one hand and pressing myself deeper inside of her. “It’s not.”
Chapter 7
This killing them with kindness thing is taking way longer than I expected.
-Text from Phoebe to Piper
Piper
I was no longer a virgin.
I was married.
I had sex with my husband.
My hot as fuck husband.
My ‘I don’t know what to do with him’ husband.
“Whew,” I heard the woman at my side say. “If my husband asked me to come to a car show and he looked like that, I’d have said yes.”
I grinned at the woman who’d been standing beside us as Jonah went to get our names on the list for breakfast before we had to be at the car auction.
She’d obviously overheard him asking me if I wanted to go straight there or grab a bite to eat.
“I did say yes,” I informed her. “We’re going after breakfast.”
She fanned herself.
“Not to say, sweetie, but isn’t he a little old for you?”
I looked back at my man that was once again making his way toward us with a small buzzer in his big hand.
“No,” I said. “He’s perfect.”
And he was.
I didn’t care if he was a few years older than me. So what?
What I cared about was that he liked me. That he looked at me and saw something he desired. Something he wanted in his bed in twenty years.
“They said that they could seat us in about twenty minutes. Unless we wanted to sit out here.” He jerked his head toward the outdoor bar.
“This is fine,” I said. “Unless you want to sit inside?”
“It’s not too hot out yet. Out here is good for me if it’s good for you,” he said. “Let me go give this back. Go grab that table right there.”