Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She stops, and I hold my breath. “You’d what?”
She lifts her head. “I’d taste you this time.”
Fuck me. Blood rushes to my cock, and I feel like I’m almost delirious. I shake my head. “I’m sorry, did you just say you want to taste me?”
She nods and gets off the bed, sliding to the floor in front of me. She circles her hand around my cock and grips me.
My hips surge forward, and she kisses my tip. When she licks along my length, I groan until she takes me in her mouth, and then I lose all sense of reality. She sucks me in, stroking me with her tongue, and I can barely contain myself. My hips pump even though I try to keep them under control.
She smacks my thigh. “Don’t hold back from me, Gabriel Gray.”
She sucks me in, and when I hit the back of her throat, she swallows, taking me deeper. I tangle my hand in her hair and gently tug until she pops off my cock.
She looks up at me with arousal in her eyes and swollen lips.
“I need to be inside you, baby.”
She hesitates and I pick her up off the floor and then lay her face-down on the bed. She tries to lift up, but I hold her down with a hand to her back.
Her eyes widen as she looks at me over her shoulder. “But…”
I shake my head. “You trust me?”
She nods, and I tell her, “Good. Because I want to see this ass, Chrissy.”
I groan seeing her plump bare ass. I can’t stop myself from palming her cheek and squeezing it and then giving it a slap. She lets out a grunt but turns her head to smile at me. “I didn’t know you were a butt guy.”
I grab both her cheeks in my hands. “I like your butt.”
After another smack, she widens her legs, and her cunt is dripping for me. I pull her toward me, until her legs are hanging off the side of the bed. I slide my thumb through her slit and then up by her ass, and she twitches.
“Gabe!” she admonishes me.
I can’t resist touching her. “Don’t worry, honey. One day, I’m going to take you here too, but right now, I need inside that pussy.”
“Gabe!” she says, surprised.
I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “I need to be inside you, baby, and when I take your ass, I need to take it slow. I can’t go slow tonight. You’ve kept your pussy from me for too many days. I don’t want to wait.”
She sticks her butt out, and my cock lies along her crevice. I kiss down her back. When I get to her butt, I kiss and gently nip at her skin, and then I squat down and kiss her, stroking my tongue through her slit.
“Gabe,” she pleads with me.
I lift up and wrap my hand around my girth. I line my cock up at her entrance and slowly enter her. I try to take it slow and give her time to adjust, but she’s not having it. She rears her hips back, taking me deep, and gasps.
When I’ve impaled her with my cock, I have to grab her hips and hold her still before she slams into me again. I need to slow this down.
But she keeps pumping, and I can’t hold back. I reach around her and stroke her clit with my finger. Two more pumps and I’m not sure which of us orgasms harder. My thrusts become erratic, and her groans get louder.
When we’re both satiated, I lean over her and try to catch my breath. I whisper into her ear, “You’re mine, Chrissy. I hope you know that.”
19
CHRISSY
I laugh as I lie on Gabe’s chest.
After the first time, we were hungry, so we ate sandwiches. I hadn’t been to the store in a while, so we used whatever I had in the cupboard. We’re both exhausted, and you would have thought we’d both be asleep, but we showered together, which led to another round of sex and then another shower. Now we’re both lying here, and it seems that neither one of us wants to go to sleep.
He yawns and says, “We should talk.” The serious way he says it has me tensing.
We’re long overdue on this talk, and even though I’ve denied being scared, the talk petrifies me. What if I feel more for him than he does me? What if we date for three months and it doesn’t work out and I’ve lost his friendship? Or what if he does meet someone else? I’d have to leave Whiskey Run.
All of this is overwhelming to me, so I tell him, “We don’t have to talk about it. Can’t we just enjoy it?”
He pulls me tighter against his chest and kisses the top of my head. “No, because I’m not going to leave here again until we talk and we know exactly where each of us stands, Chrissy.”