Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"I'm more than okay." She beams and I turn to the side and she hitches her leg over my hip, my cock still planted inside her, still hard. My hips move slowly fucking her. "If you are going to fuck me again." She moves her hips to me. "I'm going to need to eat." My hand comes up to cup her tit, rolling her nipple. "Or we can eat later," she says and I fuck her again just like she wanted me to.
"I don't think I can eat another bite,” Presley says from her stool beside me. I look over at her, and she is wearing my button-down shirt with nothing under it. I sit on my own stool in just my boxers, that I had to put on after the third round. We not only had two rounds on the couch, but when we came into the kitchen, she bent over right in front of me and I couldn't help myself.
"Well, you sure worked up an appetite." I lean over and kiss her neck and then her lips.
"I wasn't the only one." She raises her hand and holds my cheek.
"I have an idea," I say, pulling her stool even closer to me.
"The last time you had an idea." She laughs and I can't help the fullness that I feel in my chest. "You 'accidentally' put it in the wrong hole." She uses her fingers to put accidentally in quotations.
I can't help but laugh. “It was an accident," I tell her, getting up and walking toward the stairs. "Stay there," I urge her and she rolls her eyes at me. I jog up the stairs and walk into my bedroom, going straight for the bathroom.
I turn on the lights walking across the white marble floor with gray in it and turn on the water in the giant tub. Adding some of the bubble bath that I know she likes, I put a towel on the floor to make sure that she doesn't slip when she comes out. I walk over to the double-sink vanity that is in front of the tub, grabbing the candles from under the cabinet. Lighting the candles, I walk over to the doorway and dim the lights, giving it a soft glow. I walk back over to the tub and adjust the water, knowing she likes it warmer. I walk over to the shower and grab her loofah, tossing it into the water. "What are you doing?" she asks me, standing in the doorway.
"I said stay there." I stand and she walks into the bathroom to stand in front of me. "Why don't you listen?”
"Since when have I ever listened to you?" She laughs as she looks over at the tub filling with water.
"I wanted to surprise you," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her to me. She gets on her tippy-toes to kiss me and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "I was getting the bath for you."
"What?" she says, surprised.
"I wanted you to relax." I kiss her lips and then go to her cheek. My arms drop from her as I unbutton the two buttons that were keeping my shirt on her. "I got this," I say and turn my head. "Play spa music." The sound of soft crashing waves fills the room now. "Get in," I invite her, holding out my hand so she can get in the tub.
She shakes her head and puts one foot in and sighs before moving her other foot in. She pulls me to her. "Aren't you going to get in with me?" she asks me and there isn't anything I wouldn't give this woman.
"If that's what you want," I say, letting her hands go and taking my boxers off and tossing them with my white shirt that she took off. I get into the tub and sit down, opening my legs for her to sit between them. I'm expecting her to sit facing me but she doesn't; instead, she sits down with her back against my chest.
"This is so nice," she says, putting her head to the side. "It's just what I needed and didn't know."
"Did you have a long day?" I ask her, grabbing the loofah and washing her arm.
"It wasn't that bad," she says, turning and kissing my arm. "I called the doctor."
I stop moving, putting the loofah down. "And?"
"She gave me an appointment for Friday," she tells me and I kiss the top of her head. "See, I do listen to you sometimes."
I can't help but laugh at that statement. "In the last twelve years you've listened to me a total of maybe twice.
"Did you tell your mother?" I ask her and she chuckles.
"Did she show up at your office?" she counters and I laugh now.
"She would show up, wouldn't she? She's going to show up and probably hand me my ass on a platter."