Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 26(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 26(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
“No, you can’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begs. How can I resist that shit?
Squeezing her hips, I lift her little body up and down my shaft. She reaches between us and rubs her little clit. Fuck. I am so close.
“Come for me, Raven. Give me that juice. I want you on my dick.” I growl.
“Oh God,” she cries and arches her back even more. “I’m… I’m coming, Javi.”
No one calls me Javi. It’s so informal and so personal. I love the sound of it from her lips.
“Good girl. Give it to me.” I shout as I fill her little cunt up with my seed. There’s so fucking much of it. I feel like I’ll never stop coming. She leans forward and kisses me softly.
“Wow. Is it always like that?”
“I wouldn’t know but it always will be so with us,” I finally manage to say. My breath is still ragged, but it matches her own.
“You wouldn’t know?”
“No, I’ve never had time for women.”
“Why me?” she asks, touching my cheek.
“Because you are everything. Surely you know that.”
“I do now,” she says, her voice serious.
She gingerly pulls off of me and climbs back over the armrest and puts her seat belt back on. I hastily tuck myself back into my pants and put my seat to rights. I don’t remember taking my seat belt off, but I put it back on and pull back out onto the street. Thank God, no one was around to see us. I live in a quiet neighborhood, and I’m the youngest resident on the street. It’s a nice set up for me. A few minutes later, I pull into my driveway and get out of the car. She’s not wearing her shorts so after opening her door, I lift her into my arms once more. Inside the house, I set her on her feet and turn the foyer light on and lock the door behind me.
With my back to the door, she turns to face me. Without a word, she’s in my arms and my lips are on hers. I carry her to my bed and drop her on it. Starting with her feet, I pull her socks and shoes off before moving up her body to her hips. I pull her tiny, soaked panties off of her and toss them. Then her tank top goes, and I pull her bra over her head. Her braids are messed up, but she doesn’t seem to care. I kick my shoes and sock off then pull my ruined shirt off followed by my pants and boxers. Standing above her, I palm my dick which is still wet with us. I look down and see a pink tinge on myself and decide we need a shower. Lifting her up again, I carry her to the bathroom. I set her back down and reach into the shower stall and turn the water on.
“I can walk you know,” she says, taking the ribbons and braids out of her hair. She tosses them on the counter.
“I like having you in my arms. How hot can you stand it?”
“I like it hot, hot,” she says, laughing.
“Good, get your ass over here and kiss me,” I demand gruffly. She does what I say, and my cock hardens even more. Fuck.
Inside the shower, she finds all manner of shampoos and body washes fit for a woman. Normally, my sister’s things are in the guest bathroom down the hall but it’s being remodeled so I moved everything in here.
“Um… What’s all this for?”
“My sister stays here when she’s in town. She’s a little older than you are and goes to college in California.”
“Cool. She won’t mind if I use this stuff?”
“Nah. Sophia is cool. You’ll see when you meet her.”
“I’m meeting your sister?”
“Of course. I wasn’t kidding when I called you mi amor. You’re my love and you’ll be my wife.”
“Yeah?” she asks, and I nod. “That sounds nice.” She lathers her hair and I soap up a sponge and wash her body gently. She then does the same for me. Then she washes my hair for me. I haven’t had anyone wash my hair in years. The barber I go to doesn’t offer that. I have to say her fingers are dexterous.
“You’re good at that,” I groan.
“Thanks. I’m a hairstylist. Trick of the trade, I’m afraid.”
“Is that a fun job?”
“Yes. I love my clients. I work at my mom’s salon in Arlington Heights.”
“You live out there?”
“Yep. I live in my parent’s basement.”
“Are they going to be missing you tonight?”
“Nope. My brother sent them to Ireland for their second honeymoon.”
“His bar must be doing well,” I say then immediately feel like an asshole. Her brother’s finances are none of my fucking business.
“It is, but Colin is a former professional football player. He’s retired now.”
“Interesting,” I say as I rinse my hair. She yawns and I know I need to get her into bed.