Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I fisted her hair and pulled her head back hard. “No more fucking notes.” I bit her jaw and fucked my cum into her again. Fuck, I forgot to wear a rubber again.
“I’m on for the next twenty-four hours so I won’t see you until tomorrow night. Try not to burn shit down Pita.” I pulled out once my boy was through dripping and her pussy had stopped having aftershocks.
I smacked her ass one last time before heading for the door. Write a note about that shit. Annoying pain in the ass. I was feeling much better now, but I did give some thought to what she’d come up with next.
It was obvious from her body’s response to mine that she was full of shit. Her note had listed all the reasons we weren’t good for each other and though I’d had some of the same thoughts myself in the beginning, how dare she?
That was before I’d been inside her. Before she’d let me cum inside her unprotected pussy not once, not twice, but a fuckload of times. I knew her pussy was unprotected because at some point during the night I’d mentioned birth control and she’d freaked the fuck out even worst than I had.
I still felt like wringing her neck, but at least I’d lost that nervous feeling in my gut. Fuck if she’s gonna get to call the shots. We’ll be done when I say we’re done. And after that little performance I’m thinking that may not be for a while.
Along with my mad all day, my mind had been crowded with memories of the feel of her. It’s not like I never had a pussy that made me go back for seconds, but I didn’t just want that this time. Nope, I wanted a smorgasbord of her shit.
I want to climb into her bed whenever I want to without hearing fuck all from her. I want to think about her and just run next door for a taste and I want to do that shit as long as I fucking want. Sure I sound like a lunatic, but I’m dealing with one so no surprise there.
I passed an easy night down at the station. Since there were no emergencies and we’d checked and rechecked the gear ten times, the guys and I just sat around playing card games.
About seven the next morning I got that twitchy feeling I always get when she’s around and wondered what the hell the twit had done now to send my alarm bells ringing.
I came down the pole where the others were already moving around to find her just leaving. “Hey!” she stopped and looked back at me. I didn’t need to ask what she was doing here, the hungry grunts and smell of freshly baked goods was a dead giveaway.
I looked over at my men as I walked to her side. “Were you going to leave without saying hello?” Her face reddened and she looked down at her feet. “I didn’t want to disturb you, I just made all this extra stuff and thought you guys would appreciate it.”
I’d tell her once I get her home alone that all this shit had to go through me first in the future. Fuck now I’m jealous of baked goods. Or more to the point, her baking for other men.
I knew we had eyes on us but didn’t care. Nosy fucks were already in my shit thanks to Frank and his bitch teeth. So when I kissed her hard and long I knew that would be food for fodder for the rest of the damn day. “Next time bring mine separate from theirs.” She blushed and I turned her around and sent her on her merry way.
JOYANN
You’d think I never wrote that note, or that he never read it. That night he climbed into my bed not long after I did. I’d heard him come home a few hours earlier and my body had gone on alert with anticipation.
But when he didn’t show up I thought he’d decided to accept the things I’d said in the note after all. I admit to being disappointed, but in the end, it’s what was best.
Of course that didn’t help ease the ache that had formed in my chest, and when I ran out of things to keep me busy and keep my mind off of him, I decided to turn in a little earlier than usual.
I could’ve sworn I’d locked up, but I knew it was him in my bed. There were no words exchanged between us. Just hands and teeth and lips doing the talking. It felt so decadent him being here like this. With the fire going in the grate, the wind blowing outside and inside the two of us cocooned beneath the blanket.
“You had a good day? What did you do all day?” Even the way he whispered those innocent words in my ear as he played with my breasts was hot. I was already rubbing my legs together the way I do when he touches me.