Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He helped, of course, lifting me up, then pushing me down.
My pussy stretched, then stretched some more.
My head flew back.
My eyes closed.
And suddenly, with a huge push and jerk, he filled me completely.
I squeaked into his shoulder, biting down with my teeth onto the cord of his neck.
He growled, circling his hips.
Panting, I joined into his rhythm.
What started out as an innocent kiss quickly turned into something very hot and very heavy.
I’d never experienced passion quite like this before.
I wasn’t a virgin.
Not even close.
I’d been with five men in my lifetime, but none of them were Mig.
None of them had his skill.
His cock.
His sheer sex appeal.
Add my undeniable attraction to him—and hopefully his for me—and we had something so powerful, so intense, I hoped neither of us would be able to go back.
I certainly wouldn’t
Not willingly, at least.
If I had my way, Mig and his perfect cock would be mine…forever.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered into my hair.
I finally let go of his skin, no longer able to hold on when he pulled all the way out, then thrust so hard back inside that my head hit the door.
My back was pushing into the door with such force that a creaking noise was coming from the strained wood with each pump of his hips.
I was panting like I had just ran five miles at top speed while being chased, but at least I wasn’t sweating like he was.
This sex between us was real…raw.
It wasn’t pretty.
It was powerful and life altering.
With each thrust of his cock, he’d hit the back of me, and I swore, it felt like a thousand tiny sparks were skipping down my spine.
I was close, and he could tell.
When he wanted my eyes, he moved his hand that’d been helping support my lower half, and cupped my chin and part of my cheek, holding me captive as he watched my eyes.
I felt like he was delving inside my soul, and I exploded.
“Open your eyes,” he growled.
I slowly peeled them open as my pussy started to pulse around his massive length.
I gasped, and he continued to watch as my orgasm rolled through me.
Keeping me right there, in the that moment with him, as wave after waved poured through me.
“Goddammit you have the most perfect pussy,” he growled as he came, too.
I was fairly sure he held himself back until I came.
Was that normal for a man like Mig? I don’t know, but I wasn’t surprised.
He always seemed to have complete and utter control over his body.
He knew exactly what was going on the entire time, and once he knew I’d come, he let himself go, pouring himself inside me.
Pulse after pulse filled me up, and I found myself elated with the knowledge that he’d trusted me enough to let go.
I’d never experienced that feeling before in all my sexual encounters.
Although I’d been on birth control since I was sixteen, I’d never trusted anyone enough to allow them to go without a condom. Even my ex-husband.
And with Mig…I knew it was special.
He knew it was special, too.
“I’m on birth control,” I said into the silence of the room.
The only thing that disturbed the quiet was our breathing.
“I know. I saw it last night when you gave me that beach bag of yours,” he explained.
I snorted. “It’s not a beach bag. It’s a purse.”
He sighed, pulling back until he could see my face.
His hand around my chin and throat tightened, and then he pulled back all the way.
His cock dislodged from my ravaged pussy, and I groaned at the loss.
“Later,” he said, letting me go so I stood on my own two feet.
I nodded.
“You have to go talk to the police,” he said. “What they have to say to you is just routine. They’ll ask you about where you were last night. I can corroborate that.”
I blushed.
He snorted.
“You knew exactly what you were doing. Why be embarrassed about it now?” He teased.
I gathered my dress in my hands and walked awkwardly to the bathroom that was in the very back corner.
After cleaning myself up as best as I could, since sex without a condom is extremely messy, I walked into the backroom, and looked for my panties.
After five minutes of no luck, I walked back into the main room of Uncertain Pleasures, blushing immediately the moment all eyes turned to me.
Lenore and Griffin had knowing smiles on their faces.
The sheriffs, an older man that had to be about fifty or so and a younger guy that couldn’t be any more than twenty-one, looked to me in expectantly.
“You’re Mrs. Autrey?” The older one asked.
I shook my head.
“I don’t go by that name anymore. Now I go by Garcia,” I explained helpfully.
The older one nodded.
“I’m Officer Shields and this is Officer Thor,” he indicated the younger officer. “We have some questions about your ex-husband.”