Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I step in further, my movements catching her eye. She yelps in surprise and covers her breasts with her hands instinctively.
“Don’t cover that beautiful body, Sweet Girl. Don’t hide yourself from me,” I plead stepping out of my boxers.
My cock springs free, still hard from waking up in anticipation of her body against mine. I stroke it mindlessly as I open the glass door and join her under the warm stream of water.
She reaches for me immediately, running her hands over my chest. Her fingers trace the tattoo on my pectoral and over my shoulder.
I kiss her as her hands memorize the contours of my chest and arms. Tongues tangling, she steps closer until the head of my cock presses against her belly.
“Good morning,” I breathe against her lips.
“Morning,” she returns her hands making their way to my face.
“You look so young,” she says commenting on the stubble covering my cheeks.
I had a full beard when I woke up in the hospital. It confused me since I’d never kept a beard since discharging from the Marines. They were pretty much a part of the uniform for the years I spent in the Middle East, but I shaved it the second I got out. After regaining my memories, I recalled why I had grown it back. It was done in an effort to look older, hoping to gain more responsibility, not only at the club but also on the missions. I take my job very seriously and didn’t want to appear incompetent just because I looked like a teenager.
“Did you like the beard more?” I ask letting my fingers glide over her dusky nipples.
“You’re gorgeous either way,” she says reverently on a slight moan when I roll her tightened bud between my fingers.
“You, Sweet Girl are the gorgeous one,” I say before taking her mouth in another kiss.
I hiss against her lips when her small hand wraps around my cock. My hips jolt at the sensation.
“God, that feels good,” I gasp as she begins to stroke me from root to tip, circling her thumb over the head on the upward stroke.
I angle my head back so I can watch her hand work up and down my length. Unable to help myself, I begin to move my hips back and forth, increasing the depth of her caress.
Needing her mouth on mine, I close the distance I created between our bodies and take her mouth in a fevered kiss. I cup her nape and hold her against me as her hand increases speed and pressure on my body.
“Fuck,” I cry out pulling my mouth from hers as I pulse and come on her stomach.
She whimpers seductively and continues to stroke me softly as I rest my head on her shoulder.
“I love you,” she declares quietly in my ear.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me, my tears of absolute joy mixing with the water flowing over our bodies.
***
“Explain this would you?” Khloe says holding up the tiny bikini between her thumb and forefinger.
I smile at the confused look on her face. “I texted Em last night and told her I thought that the Jacuzzi tub would be perfect for today, but that you didn’t have a suit. She texted me a few minutes ago and told me to look on the porch.”
“Very smooth,” she says pulling the tags from the scraps of turquoise fabric.
Still naked from the shower, I watch in lustful fascination as she ties the string around her neck, situating the teeny triangles over her breasts.
She turns her back to me and holds the lower strings out by her sides. “Tie me up?” she asks looking over her shoulder.
I walk up to her, lining my front against her back. “I’d love to tie you up,” I growl in her ear ignoring the strings and cupping a breast in my hand. My other hand wanders down her stomach and past the small patch of hair. I part her lips with my fingers and circle her clit slowly.
She moans softly and leans more of her weight against me. I pull my hands from her body and begin to tie the strings around her back.
“You are such a tease,” she complains. Turning to face me after I finish with the tying, she frowns up at me. “Are you ever going to fuck me?”
I smirk down at her. “Such language, Sweet Girl!”
“I’m serious,” she says crossing her arms in front of her body. Her breasts are shoved up by the action, so I take the opportunity to lean over and trace around one of the triangles with my tongue. “You’re torturing me,” she complains shifting her body to line my tongue up with her nipple. I gently bite it through the fabric.
“Do you also need help with this?” I ask holding up the bottom part of the bikini.