Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I take her behind the building where you rent the golf balls and clubs, thanking God it’s there. Luckily when we get there, it’s empty. I let her slide to the ground, wedging her up against the building and my body. My head goes down as I undo my belt, unable to wait a minute longer.
“Take those shorts off, Red,” I order, my voice rumbling out like a hungry lion on the prowl.
“Way ahead of you, baby,” she replies and my gaze jerks away to look at her. Her shorts are undone—she’s kicked them off, along with her panties. From where I’m standing, I can see the wetness against the lips of her pussy. Her breathing is ragged, and her nipples are so hard they’re pushing against her shirt. All this and I haven’t fucking touched her. What is it between us that ignites like this? I can’t wrap my head around it. She’s a fire in my blood and her heat burns me, makes me whole.
“Tell me you’re ready for me, Red,” I practically beg, grabbing my cock and rubbing the head against her wet entrance.
“Carrying me over here was foreplay, Luke. Quit talking and fuck me,” she coos into my ear, bringing one of her legs up to rest on my hip. She bites into the lobe of my ear as I push inside of her. She cries out in pleasure as I bury myself to the hilt. “So good,” she moans, as I put my hands on her thighs and heft her up. She locks her legs around me and somehow my cock shifts deeper.
“So fucking good,” I breathe out my agreement, as I take a minute to just savor how she feels, not moving a muscle. Her body trembles, the walls of her pussy flutter against my cock, and her fingernails bite into my back.
“I need you to move, Luke,” she whimpers, already trying to rock against me and move on my cock.
“You’re like a kitten with claws, so sweet to pet…” I grunt into her ear, as I start fucking her.
“God,” she moans, her entire body trembling. “It feels so good. You feel so good,” she whimpers, as we move together. It’s then that it hits me. I’ve never believed in it before, but if love is real, then I could love Jasmine.
I start moving faster, her pussy clenching on my shaft as I fuck her harder.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Red. Not going anywhere,” I promise her, as I grind against her. I kiss along her neck, letting my teeth tease her skin, while I never stop thrusting in and out of her, pushing us both to the edge.
“Luke,” she cries, as her orgasm starts to build. I bite down on her neck, her body jerks in reaction as I suck on the tender skin, marking her. She comes in that moment, her pussy gripping my hard shaft so tight it’s like she’s choking it. I continue fucking her, my own orgasm beginning, and I let her pull me over the edge with her.
My eyes close and I moan as I pour into her, painting her womb with my seed. I don’t know how I’m going to manage it, but when all this is over, it has to end with Jasmine by my side.
There can be no other alternative.
16
Jasmine
“You know, Luke, I think there might be something wrong with us,” I mumble with a sigh, as I finish buttoning my shorts. I adjust my clothes so that I don’t look like I’ve just been fucked within an inch of my life, up against a building, in broad daylight. I mostly fail, but I’m okay with that.
The thought makes me smile.
“Why’s that, baby?” Luke asks.
I turn to look at him, my heart stumbling in my chest. His head is down, his eyes focused on securing his belt. He doesn’t even realize he used the endearment but something about it, after what we just did, warms me, fills me with…happiness.
“Do you realize that we seem to enjoy getting off in public?”
“You complaining, Red?” he asks, his eyebrow cocked up in what can only be described as arrogance.
That look shouldn’t turn me on—especially since I can still feel his cum leaking from between my legs—but, it does. I’m a wreck.
“Just an observation,” I respond with a shrug. He closes the small distance between us. His arms go on either side of me, his palms resting flat against the side of the building, trapping me.
The masculine scent of him, the worn leather of his cut, his aftershave and the smell of sex, combine and float on the breeze around us, making me drunk. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll want to go for round two.
“I’ll fix that tonight,” he says, gruffly.
I smile, I can’t help it.