Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” I moan out the words so dramatically that I know they will know exactly what’s happening.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear Joey’s voice come over the phone, but I’m not in the right state of mind to deal with him and his shit right now.
“Any color. He can pick. I have to go.” I drop the phone just as she slides her tongue right in—where her fingers were earlier— and I scream. Then she fucks me until I see stars.
“Adora.”
“Hmm.”
“Let’s go to bed.”
“Can’t move.”
I hear her chuckle before she picks up my hand and slides it to her breast. “Adora, I’m not finished yet. Let’s go to bed.”
“Okay,” I say breathily. I’m still palming her breast, and as I stand, I lean forward and bite it. She squeals, and I pull away.
“Do the other,” she commands. And I do before I grab both of them and push them together, sucking on each one. “Fuck, are we going to make it to the bedroom?”
“I hope not,” I tell her, pushing her back until we’re on the floor.
We never make it to the bed or even the bedroom.
ELEVEN
JOEY
“Is she?” Sailor asks.
Chanel chuckles from where she sits, nodding her head. Sailor takes it off speaker and picks the phone up.
“No, put it back.” I snatch it from her and place it to my ear.
“So I guess you should pick all the wedding things. Or are you happy for me to do it?” Sailor asks me, but I’m too transfixed listening to my future wife get fucked.
Literally.
She moans loudly.
And my dick hardens.
“Joey,” Sailor says, but I ignore her. “Are you both seeing other people? I mean… to each their own, but are you seeing anyone?”
“I am,” I snap.
It’s a damn lie.
I haven’t been with anyone since I saw Adora in the bookstore with a woman between her legs.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure. Are you okay?”
I walk away from her not replying and taking her phone with me as I go. Stepping into the downstairs bathroom, I shut the door and place the phone on speaker again as I sit down on the sink.
Her moans grow louder, and she says something, but it’s muffled.
“Adora,” I call out, hoping she’ll hear me.
But she doesn’t by the sounds she’s making.
“Fucking hell.” My cock strains in my trousers, so I undo them and pull it out. I stroke myself as I listen to her—the way she sounds is enchanting.
I wish it were me who was making her sound like that.
Making her scream my fucking name.
My hand pumps harder as her moans seem to grow even louder.
Then louder still.
I can’t stop myself, even though I should. I’ve only reunited with this little firecracker a week, and she’s already under my skin.
Places she should not be.
I dream of fucking her, and I blame her for that.
If my first visual of her wouldn’t have been watching her come, would I still want to fuck her this badly? Probably not.
“I need…” Her moans have stopped, and she is huffing now. Her voice is closer to the phone, so I stroke my cock faster, harder.
“Adora,” I say her name again, and I don’t expect her to answer me back.
“Joey?” I hear the rustling of a phone before she answers, sounding confused. I go to pick the phone up, but I press the video button instead and her face comes into view. She’s naked with her breasts on full display, and she’s looking right at me.
Her eyes drop to where my hand is located and go wide.
“What are you doing?” It’s a hushed whisper only meant for me to hear.
“Adora, come back.” I hear the woman who just made her come speak, so Adora turns her head away from me.
“I’ll just be a second.” Then she walks off, taking me with her, the phone showing her tits perfectly. Sweet, round, small, perky fucking tits.
“Joey,” she hisses, her face coming into view. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I say with a groan, my cock still firmly grasped in my hand.
“It looks like you’re giving yourself a hand job while you listen to me fuck my girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?” I growl.
“Yes, my girlfriend. I like her… a lot.”
“And what about me?” Her eyes drop to my cock, and I position the phone so she can see clearly.
“I…” She stops talking, her eyes stuck on me for a long moment before she glances away, swallowing roughly. “You need to stop.”
“That sounds like a threat,” I say, my hand pumping, feeling myself getting closer with every word that leaves her lips, regardless of what they mean.
“Yes, it is.”
“What will you give me if I do?” My gaze drifts back to her eyes, and the look in them turning me on even more.
“I-I…” she stutters.
“Not good enough.” I cut her off just as I feel myself come.