Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
But that was when I was outside of her watching and thinking about how good it would be when I was inside of her. Now that I was actually inside of her, I realized that there wasn’t a single place on the planet better than exactly where I was.
She was coming, and coming hard.
I could feel the added gush of her wetness, and I knew that I would be changing these sheets before the night was done.
Only when her body practically collapsed onto the mattress did I let her breasts go, pull away, and flip her over onto her stomach.
She moaned as her body settled into place, and I couldn’t help but look at her splayed thighs and her juicy ass. I lifted both hands, cupped each fleshy globe of her butt, and squeezed.
Her flesh squished out between my fingers, and my cock practically jumped at the sight.
“Fuck me,” I growled. “God, I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”
She started to laugh, looking at me over her shoulder. “You’re delusional if you think that’s ever going to happen.”
Oh, it would happen.
One day, I’d get in there. And she would fuckin’ like it.
I knew that with zero uncertainty.
“We’ll see,” I mused as I leaned down and bit the top part of her ass. “Get on those knees.”
She wiggled out from between me and the bed, getting on her hands and knees before once again looking at me over her shoulder. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, she went down to her shoulders so that only her ass was high in the air. Just begging for me to use it any way I wanted to.
“Nice.” I smirked.
She bit her lip, and I peeled my gaze away from hers to look at her pussy.
She was wet. Very wet.
Our combined releases were leaking from her, and the swirl of creamy white fluid had my dick once again begging for release.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered when she saw the look on my face. “Wake, I don’t think I can take anymore.”
I took a deep inhalation, then pulled her back so that she was where I wanted her.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice how much more you come, pretty girl,” I informed her. “But I’ll take it into consideration for next time.”
Seconds later, I was once again pressing into her, this time much slower than I’d entered her previously.
But not because I didn’t think she could take it.
Quite the contrary.
I knew she could take it. I just liked to see my dick pushing inside of her, and all that juice inside of her pussy pushing out like a goddamn cream pie bursting at the seams.
I’d never been one of ‘those’ guys. The kinds that came and got off on the way their woman looked with jizz falling out of them. At least, I hadn’t thought that I was one of those guys.
Then Dutch came along with her ample hips, great tits, and an attitude on top of an attitude, and suddenly I was in a whole lot of trouble.
Things that sounded good to me before sounded lackluster now.
And all of a sudden, there I was thinking about how fuckin’ awesome it would be to make this more permanent so I could have her any day all day whenever the fuck I wanted her.
Groaning, I sped up, forcefully taking her until she was crying out with each thrust. Just on the verge of pain. Just a small hint of sweet agony to go with all that pleasure.
Her ass jiggled with the smash of my hips against that sweet, soft flesh.
And I found a new addiction.
Watching her body take me.
Watching as my hard cock tunneled into her soft, feminine folds.
Right then and there, I knew I was lost.
Coming never felt so good.
CHAPTER 14
You would make great fertilizer.
-Dutch’s secret thoughts
DUTCH
Was it possible to die without actually dying?
Because that’s exactly how I felt when Wake had come, then collapsed beside me on the bed.
I was a panting, noodle-legged mess.
I couldn’t catch my breath, and my heart was still hammering.
What the hell was that? What had just happened? Was that what people called an out-of-body experience?
“So we’re decided?”
“What?” I asked, unable to comprehend where he’d just come up with that statement.
“About you living here? Being mine.”
I was trying to chase the sex fog off, but it just wouldn’t leave me.
I literally barely had the energy to turn my head on the bed and look at him.
He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, elbow in the bed. He was naked, but the sheet that was draped over his lower half was covering the important stuff—barely.
He was so fucking sexy.
How was that even allowed?
No wonder people went for bad boys. If they looked anything like Wake, I could definitely see that it would be hard to deny anything.