Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
My eyes went automatically to the creamy flesh of her plump tits and my dick, which hadn’t gone down, to begin with, came back to full life. Hard, long and ready to plunder.
I eased the sheet the rest of the way down over her chest, exposing her to my eyes, but soon that wasn’t enough. I climbed between her warm thighs and before she came fully awake, eased my cock all the way into her still wet cunt.
My dick slipped around in my cum and her pussy juices before finding its way deep inside her well- fucked hole. I’d fucked a little more space in her, opening her up a little, but she was still tight as fuck.
Her arms came around me and she searched for my mouth with hers. I looked down and saw that her eyes were still closed and for some reason, it was the sexiest damn sight I’d ever seen.
We moved together nice and slow at first until her pussy started clutching at me and her nails dug into my ass. I damn near broke her in half when I plowed my dick into her and bit into her neck hard enough to break the skin. She didn’t complain, in fact, her pussy juiced and she made one of those crazy noises she makes whenever I’m inside her.
“Cum again baby! I love the way you cum on my cock.” I knew it was going to be a while before I came again. So much for letting her rest tonight.
8
Emerald
Things went on pretty much like that for the next week or so. He’d disappear all day only to show up in my bed at night. I still didn’t know his last name or who he was, not even where he was from.
Each morning I’d wake up to find him gone, and each morning I’d tell myself that tat night I was going to ask him all the pertinent questions. I also told myself to remind him not to cum inside me anymore, but somehow I never get around to it.
To make a long story short, we don’t do much talking. By the time he climbs into my bed I’ve already fallen asleep, too tired from the lovemaking session the night before to stay awake no matter how hard I try.
I’ve been awakened the same way each night for the past week and just knew that sex was never going to be the same after this. No way can I go back to the usual. There was just something about being taken in the dead of night when you least expect it.
The only blemish on my otherwise satisfying tryst is trying to hide it from the rest of the town. Sure he leaves first thing in the morning and stays away all day, but he wasn’t the problem. It was hard for me to hide just how happy and fulfilled I was from everyone else.
I’d already heard the speculative whispers asking what had gotten into me. How I’d gone from mourning my lost love to smiling and humming under my breath all day and night.
I pretended not to hear, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before Cecil and Josiah got after me for the truth even if no one else was brave enough to come right out and ask.
But I wasn’t ready to share though, not now, and maybe not ever. Though I still didn’t know where this was going, there was something about the whole ordeal that made me want to keep it close.
I didn’t want to hear anyone’s negative opinions about what I was doing. Didn’t want to see any disappointing stares or listen to any unwarranted gossip. I’m an adult and so is he, and we weren’t hurting anyone.
Oh shit, is he married? The thought made my stomach for more reasons than one. One, if he was I’d committed a carnal sin and two, that would mean there’s no hope for me, for us.
That night I made myself stay awake so that when he snuck into my bed I was waiting. He seemed surprised to see me up, though I was in bed, freshly washed, naked just waiting for him to get things started.
“I think we need to talk.” All I got was a raised brow for my efforts but at least he didn’t leave. Instead, he sat on the side of the bed and kicked off his shoes before getting to his feet again to remove his shirt.
My legs started making patterns on the sheets when he reached for the tab of his jeans and unsnapped them before tugging his zipper down over the growth that was already very obvious behind the flap.
My mouth worked like I could already feel him on my tongue. He smirked as if he knew just what was going on beneath the sheets before he pulled said sheets away from my now heated body. My eyes fell on his cock and good grief my hoo-ha leaked a little. He inhaled sharply as if he could smell me and my face heated.