Total pages in book: 212
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
I pushed forward, got extra-deep, bottoming out, my balls against her chin. And then it happened. She gagged. And looked surprised. And I wanted to crow about it. I threw my head back and groaned. “My piercing tickling that thing at the back of your throat?” I asked. “Too deep?”
She answered by grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands, taking it as a challenge. Not letting up despite the tears springing forth in her pretty eyes.
I got weak in the knees and had to put my palm against the wall for balance.
Fuck, this girl was good with her mouth. Beautiful fucking mouth.
Sensation hit a peak with a trill up my spine, heat in my ears, and buzzing in my blood until I came. I came and came down her throat with our eyes locked, one of my hands tangled in her hair. And she took it all. She took it all like she wanted it and couldn’t get enough of it. She took it all with a look in her eyes that looked like utter goddamn devotion.
When she released my cock, still lookin’ me in the eyes, she licked her fucking gorgeous lips slowly, lavishly from the left corner all the way across the bow of her upper lip until her tongue stopped at the right corner. And then she sucked on her bottom lip, eyes twinkling.
I rolled to the side and collapsed beside her, grabbing for her, pulling her close, lying on our sides, face to face. I kept hold of her jaw and pressed my lips to hers.
“Christ, that was hot.”
“Yeah,” she whispered and wrapped her arms around me, then buried her face in my chest. “Poor rug got disrespected though, didn’t it?”
I chuckled, squeezed her, then blew out a long breath.
We lay there for a good while just like that, before she rolled away and put on a show strutting naked to the bathroom.
And fuck me, but that ass bare like that? That beautiful blonde hair all messy hanging down her naked back? A fucking goddess.
And that ass? I wanted to take a bite out of it.
I heard the shower start up.
She acted surprised when I stepped in with her. I cradled her face in my hands and took her mouth.
And then things progressed from necking and heavy petting to her jacking me off while I played with her clit, her pinned against soapy tiles with our gazes locked. We wound up back on her bed, sopping wet, and I rolled on another condom.
“How many of these we got?” I asked.
She smiled and held up her fingers in the peace sign.
Two more.
“Store tomorrow,” I advised and then sat up and pulled her up onto my lap, straddling me. She rode me until she came with my fingers to her clit, mouths fused together, holding one of her ass cheeks in my other hand while I bounced her on my cock. I came right as she shuddered out her orgasm into my neck.
***
“Tired?” I asked a while later with her cuddled against me while I played with her hair.
“Nope.”
“Wanna have a fire, watch a movie?” I asked. “Somethin’ else?”
“What do you wanna do?”
“I wanna play your guitar. Is it off limits?”
“Not to you it’s not. And a fire sounds good.”
“Will you sing if I play?”
Her body language changed.
“You don’t have to be shy with me,” I advised.
“I’d rather just watch you play and enjoy the fire. As long as that scary bear don’t come back to try and eat you again.”
I barked out a laugh. “That bear didn’t try to eat me. Just a black bear. No biggie.”
“No biggie?”
“Like a big squirrel.” I shrugged.
“I beg to differ. He could’ve,” she reasoned. “You’re pretty delicious…so once he got a nibble, he wouldn’t have stopped.”
A smile tugged at her gorgeous mouth. “I would’ve tried to save you though.”
“Glad to know,” I said, dropping a kiss on her cheekbone. “I’ll keep my gun out there with us to make sure you don’t gotta save me.”
Her smile vanished. “You brought a gun?”
“Gotta keep my hostage safe,” I said and cupped her jaw, sliding my thumb over her cheek. “You’re all mine to eat, not sharing you with that bear or anybody else.”
She laughed and then the laughter died unnaturally fast.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head and looked away.
“What happened here?” I stroked a Band-Aid on the inside of her bicep.
“Oh? No biggie. Just a scab I probably scratched.”
She rolled out of the bed and reached into her clothing bag, then pulled out a black bra and purple underwear.
***
She was all smiles around the fire wearing an oversized hoodie and thigh high boots as I played her guitar.
She shivered and pulled the hood up on the oversized hoodie she had on.
“Pants might help with that shiverin’,” I advised with a smirk, then added, “Though I could also throw on another log, then I can still look at your thighs.”