Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I work him up and down, coating him with my saliva and teasing him at the back of my throat. I feel his hand at the back of my head and freeze. This is a test, as real and as important as the verbal ones I keep throwing at him. If he pushes my head down the way some guys do, not caring if you’re gagging, so help me, I will get up, grab my clothes, and walk out that door with nothing more than a ‘fuck you’ thrown over my shoulder while he sits here with his dick out. But he doesn’t do that. He gathers my hair in his fist, holding it out of my way, and when I peek to the side, I can see that he’s just giving himself a better view of me sucking him.
Relieved, I vacuum my cheeks, wrapping every inch of him with my flesh and swallowing his length again and again, using my hand on the part I can’t take, getting faster and faster. I feel him go even harder in my mouth, his balls pulling up tight against the edge of my fist.
“I’m gonna—” Kyle warns, and I nod, not slowing down in the slightest.
I want him to come in my mouth. I want this power over him, but more importantly, I want to do this for him, want to give him the same selfless pleasure he gave me. I get a little irritated at always being the one who makes sacrifices and scoops out my own soul for everyone else, but Kyle gave to me first, without asking or expecting anything in return, and I want him to feel as seen, as appreciated, as wanted as he’s made me feel.
He grunts, the sexy sound rumbling in his throat a moment before his whole body jerks. Jet after jet of his hot cum fills my mouth, and I swallow it all down hungrily, still sucking along his length to draw out his pleasure.
When he sags, panting heavily, I peek up at him.
“Come here,” he growls, pulling my mouth to his.
His kiss is softer, but still as powerful as he swipes his tongue over mine. I taste myself on his and know he can taste his own cum, but he doesn’t seem to mind so I don’t either. Spent, we flop back on the couch, smiling happily.
I stretch my legs out in front of me, resting them on the coffee table that’s been pushed askew and crossing them at the ankles.
“You were right,” I say lazily, and Kyle rolls his head over to look at me questioningly. “You do fuck as good as you fight.”
He laughs and throws his arm around me, gathering me into his side. “Woman, I haven’t even fucked you yet, but we might need to leave that for another night.”
I can’t be disappointed, not after the two best orgasms of my life. But I am excited by what ‘another night’ might bring.
CHAPTER 16
KYLE
The inspector is on-site for less than an hour, basically rubber stamping our approval to move on to the next phase. He knows me, and he knows my crew does good work. Thankfully, rescheduling the concrete crew I subcontract with was easy, and they’ll be here tomorrow. Wayne, Zeus, and Frogger know to be here before eight to meet them, and I’ll be here to supervise the whole pour.
“Ms. Wilson?” I call as I knock on the back door. I hear noise on the other side and wait… and wait… and wait. Finally, I hear the lock turning and then she opens the door.
“Yes?”
She looks surprised to see me, despite watching out the back window while I showed the inspector around.
“We got the approval from the inspector. Everything’s good out here.” I point over my shoulder at the framed pool, and she looks past me, her face screwed up like she might see something the trained, certified, and experienced inspector missed.
“Oh, well… that’s good, I guess.”
I grit my teeth to keep from telling her it would’ve been better if it’d been done as originally planned, but she had to make up stories that pushed everything off-schedule.
“It means we have the go-ahead for concrete. That crew will be here tomorrow at eight a.m., and me and my guys will be here too, making sure it’s all going to spec. Like we talked about before, this will be one of the days you’ll have to get your car out early if you want to get it out at all. The concrete truck is not moveable once it’s in place, and the pour will take all day.”
“But tomorrow’s my pickleball day. I’ll be in and out several times. We might have to reschedule.” She seems sad about that, but I can see the glee in her eyes.
Dani’s right, Kathy’s joy comes from others’ misery. Well, two can play at that and I can create a fair amount of unhappiness of my own. I’ve got plenty of experience in that.