Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
She took pride in fucking with me.
The bad thing was that I didn’t really even know why.
“She won’t go away at all?” She asked.
I shook my head. “No. She’ll stay there until I get out, unless the boys convince her to go…and I don’t think they’re capable of convincing her of that.”
“Well,” she said, pulling out her phone and texting someone.
Her fingers moved expertly over the keyboard of her phone before she shoved it back in her purse and dropped her purse to the floor.
“What was that?” I asked worriedly.
“I texted the girls,” she answered.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to be late…” she said.
Then her mouth was on mine, and I forgot how to breathe.
“We can’t…” I tried.
There were about ten people on the front porch only separated from us by a shitty front door.
They’d hear.
I knew they would.
Ruthie was too loud, and I was too rough to keep her from being loud.
“Sure we can,” she said, her hands going to the buckle of my pants.
That was the easy part.
The rest was hard because my pants were still wet, sticking stiffly to my thighs and nearly impossible to remove since they were quite tight.
But she tried, and got my pants down to just about mid-thigh before she gave up.
“That’s enough,” she said. “I got what I want out.”
I would’ve been more amused had she not taken that moment to drop to her knees and suck my entire cock into her mouth.
She swallowed the motherfucker, and I was completely hard.
I felt the back of her throat, and threw my head back in ecstasy.
“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed as the back of my head hit the door with a solid thud.
Ruthie laughed, and I felt that laugh in my feet.
“Fuck,” I said again.
I was being really articulate, I knew.
But I could do nothing less.
The woman had the power to scramble my brains with just her mouth alone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I continued as she started to bob her head.
And when she swallowed, making her throat muscles work on my cock head, I pulled her up by her armpits and spun around so her back hit the door with a solid thwack.
“Take me,” she ordered as I ripped her shorts and panties down her legs.
I went down to my knees, bending as best I could with my wet jeans around my thighs.
Although awkward, I managed to throw one of her legs over my shoulders, opening up her pussy to my starving mouth.
I didn’t waste time fucking around, I went straight for the good stuff and latched on to her throbbing clit.
Her flavor burst onto my tongue, spreading through my system so fast that I could’ve come.
She wouldn’t have liked that, though, and I would’ve been embarrassed.
So I dropped one hand to my throbbing cock and squeezed the head tightly as I started to suck on her clit.
When she yanked on my hair to force me lower, I took the hint and thrust my tongue inside of her pussy.
She was so wet that I slid straight inside, and my eyes rolled back at the honeyed taste of her.
I fucked her with my tongue, and she urged me on by using her hands in my hair.
And just when I felt her orgasm start to take over, I shot up, dropping her leg as I went.
She gasped in surprise, or annoyance at me for having stopped, but I didn’t make her wait long before I fed my cock deep inside her pussy.
I didn’t stop until I bottomed out inside of her.
Our hips met, and I lifted first one leg, then the other, until both circled around my back.
Then with little preamble, I started to fuck her.
Long, deep strokes.
I was taking her so hard that she bounced against the door.
However, my mind wasn’t on the people on the other side of the door.
It was all on the woman that was staring into my eyes, looking at me like I was her world.
The only thing that mattered in hers was whether I was with her in it.
And that was something I’d never had from anybody else.
Sure, I had great friends, but the human mind has a certain protectiveness about it.
It always looks out for itself first, then others that you love.
Well, that wasn’t what was in Ruthie’s eyes right then.
It was all her love.
For me.
She wanted me to be happy.
And I wanted her to be happy over my own happiness.
Which was, I guessed, what made a real relationship, one that was true and pure, work.
“You stopped,” she whispered, her hands framing my face.
I turned my head and kissed the palm of her hand.
“I have to tell you something…after we’re done. Don’t let me forget,” I told her.
Her eyes widened. “Are you going to say you’re breaking up with me and just getting this done before you do?”
My mouth dropped open.
“That was not what I was going to say…not even close!” I snapped.
She looked wary and I sighed, pressing into her even deeper, letting my cock and the weight of my body hold her up so I could raise my hands up to her face.
“I wanted to tell you I love you, but I thought it was a little cliché to do it while we were fucking,” I snapped.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Well, you could call it something other than ‘fucking.’ That sounds tacky when in the same breath you told me you loved me,” she snapped back.
I blinked.
“Well…?” I asked, waiting patiently.
“Well what?” She asked nonchalantly.
I dropped my hands from her face and grinned.
Well if that’s the way she wanted to play it, I could deal with that.
Holding onto her ass, I withdrew my cock from her tight heat all the way before I slammed back inside.
It was a furious movement, in and out; so fast that I barely had time to realize I was out before I was back inside her.
She screamed.
Loudly.
Then she was coming.
Coming so hard that her pretty pussy clamped down on my cock, and I saw the heavens.
“Sweet, merciful mother of God…” I gasped.
She was so fucking tight.
“God, Sterling. Yes!” Ruthie cried. “Yes!”