Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“How much time you got?” I ask him breathlessly. “Can you fuck fast?”
He groans before turning back and walking to the stairs. The minute he gets to the top, it’s full steam ahead. Each of us trying to get the other person naked until he’s falling onto me on the side of the bed. I shimmy my way to the middle, and in two moves, his mouth is between my legs, but not for long. Enough time for me to close my eyes and move my fingers into his hair. Enough time for me to want more of him. Enough time to get me wet because he’s then on his knees, his cock in his hand, rubbing up and down my slit before ramming into me. My back arches off the bed, and he arches his back, shoving his cock deeper into me. “Fuck, that’s good.” I lift my legs to his sides. “Now fuck me, Cowboy,” I urge him as he leans down on his elbows, his mouth claiming me as he fucks me hard, fast, and wild. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like this before. Actually, I haven’t. I’ve come at least three times by the time he’s telling me he’s close. “My mouth,” I groan, “I want you in my mouth.”
“Then sit up,” he orders me, “and spread your legs so I can fuck my fingers into you while I fuck your face.” I sit up and grab his cock in my hand, swallowing as much as I can. “Open that throat for me.” He moves his hips, hissing when I take him deeper than I ever have. His fingers slide past my clit and then into me. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles as he pinches one of my nipples before moving his hand into my hair to grip it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now.” I moan as his finger slides over my G-spot. “And you’re going to take it the way I want you to take it.” I close my eyes as he thrusts more into my mouth. “Going to paint your mouth with my cum and watch you swallow every drop.” His thumb moves side to side on my clit. “Look at you”—my eyes open to look up at him—“choking on my cock like a good girl.” The need to take him all the way to the root is so strong, but I know I will literally choke. “That’s it, Sweetheart.” He thrusts his hips forward. “Take it,” he demands between clenched teeth before he throws his head back and groans, shooting right down my throat. My hand moves up and down, helping squeeze all of his cum out for him, taking it all. I feel the power in me that I made him lose control this way. I’m the one who did that. There is no second-guessing when it’s with us. He knows how much I like his cock, and I know how much he loves either my mouth or my pussy. Both sides mean I win.
His hips move slower as he slips his fingers out of me, and then his cock plops out of my mouth. “Fuck, I thought I was going to die,” he admits to me, bending to kiss my lips. “I have never come so hard in my life.”
I smile and flip my hair over my shoulder. “I’ll take that compliment.” I lean forward to kiss his hip. “It wasn’t bad for me either.”
He laughs, and I get the flutters in my chest. “Not too bad, I thought you were going to strangle my dick.” He gets off the bed, holding out a hand for me, and I climb out of bed with him. “Now let’s get cleaned up so I can start my day.” He slaps my ass, pushing me out the door. I bend down to collect my clothing as I walk to the bathroom and turn on the sink before grabbing two washcloths. We both take care of ourselves, and when we walk back down the stairs, we are both dressed again.
I stop in front of the door, getting on my tippy-toes. “What are you doing for dinner?” he asks me.
“Not sure, why?”
“I don’t have Colson,” he starts, “and the bar is closed today, so how about we have dinner together?”
“Yeah, why don’t you come over, and I’ll cook you dinner?” The minute I say the words, my head laughs at me, and before I can take them back, he’s kissing me and leaving.
“I’ll come by when I’m done,” he throws over his shoulder. “What time do you finish working?”
“Around four-ish,” I say, thinking I might have to be done at noon so I can run out and grab food since I have yet to make it to the grocery store.
“I’ll be here then.” He winks at me. “Have a good day, Sweetheart.”