Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“No,” she snapped. “It was because you told me to act normal and stop embarrassing myself.”
I frowned. “Why?”
She tried to pull away, and it was like something snapped inside of me.
Without thinking, I pulled her into me, then slammed my mouth down onto hers.
One second, I was being a respectable person, and the next I was backing her up against the sink in the bathroom and lifting her onto it.
Her sweatpants didn’t hide the feel of her toned legs from my hands.
The sweatshirt didn’t stop me from moving my hands straight from her supple thighs to her soft belly.
And before I knew it, I was shoving my hands up farther, and feeling her braless state.
That had to be when I lost my mind completely.
She didn’t pull away, and I didn’t stop my exploration of her perfect tits.
My hands teased and twisted her nipples, all the while I kept my mouth on hers to the point of both of us having oxygen deprivation.
When I did pull away, it was to move down to her tits and pull one of those dusky nipples into my mouth.
If I say she had perfect tits, it would be an understatement.
She had a handful, but not so big that they overflowed. The perfect amount that fit just right, allowing me to lift her breast with my hand to guide it to my mouth.
She hissed in a breath when my mouth made contact with her skin.
And her hands went to my hair, pulling me closer and urging me on.
“We can’t do this,” she gasped as she defied her words by pulling her sweatpants off while still sitting on the sink.
Her shoes—ugly ass Crocs that were lined with fabric—hit the floor.
Seconds later her sweatpants followed.
“We really can’t do this,” she said as I switched to the other breast.
Seconds later the sweatshirt I was holding up to get to my feast went flying, and then she was so beautifully naked in front of me.
“Oh, God,” I growled when I got my first good look at her.
She may have been short, but that was the only thing about her that could be considered bad.
She was soft in all the right places. Had curves on top of curves. And her skin was the color of browned butter.
I wanted to devour every single inch of her.
Alas, she was right.
We really couldn’t do this. But it was apparent that both of us had lost our minds.
That had to be why I was pushing my underwear down and lining my cock up with her entrance.
It also had to be why I sank inside of her without any protection.
Then there was the fact that the door wasn’t locked behind us.
I had a surgery in less than an hour.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hissed as I sank into her wet heat. “Like silk. Hot silk.”
I came to a stop embedded deeply inside of her, and when I opened my eyes, hers were already locked on mine.
“Fast,” she whispered.
A knock on the door had us both freezing before I could give her fast.
“Mr. Christopherson?” a woman called. “I’m here to do your IV.”
I swallowed hard and pumped my cock into her slowly.
In and out. In and out.
“Uhh,” I hesitated. “Can you give me like five minutes? I’m using the facilities.”
“Sure thing,” she called. “I’ll just be waiting out here. I have a few things to get set up anyway.
Torture.
This was about to be torture.
But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t care that there was a woman on the other side of the door.
Didn’t care that when we were finished, she’d know exactly what we’d been doing.
Instead, I maintained eye contact with Zip.
And I fucked her.
Slow.
Quietly.
Her mouth was pinched shut, and I could tell that she was giving it her all to stay silent.
Grinning lasciviously at her, I pulled out all the way, and slammed back inside.
She opened her mouth to scream, but I muffled it with my mouth.
Over and over again, I slammed inside, then pulled out slowly.
Still mostly quiet, but for the muffled cries from her mouth to mine.
My balls were drawing up, and it was taking everything I had to hold on.
She was just so goddamn hot and wet that I…
She came.
She came so hard that I had no hope.
I filled her in the next second, pushing my last release into her body with a silent shout filling my ears.
When I came to a stop long moments later, her pussy still throbbing around my jerking cock, it was with both of us panting hard.
Our eyes met, and I knew that despite what had just happened, she was still pissed as hell.
She confirmed that moments later when she said, “This doesn’t change anything.”
I never thought it would.
“What are we supposed to do?” I asked, angry now.
I was also still horny.
Which was terrible seeing as I was about to have surgery, and I should be focusing on other things.