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)
I’d realized in the time that Sterling had spent with me in this capacity that he was not a ‘gentle’ kind of man.
He was a fuck hard kind of man.
And I liked it.
I liked how he held nothing back and gave me everything he had.
It was freeing to know he trusted me that much to give me his all.
And give me all he did, and then some.
“I like how your breasts jump each time I shove my cock into you,” he groaned, eyes dancing from my breasts to where we were connected.
The roughness of his thrusts had my kitchen table moving, and before long we’d moved it from where it’d been, in the middle of the floor, until it was butted up against the counter.
I would’ve laughed had I not been too busy trying to catch my breath.
But then he suddenly just stopped, pulling out and smacking the outside of my thigh.
“Turn over, feet on the floor and hips against the edge of the table,” he ordered roughly.
I did as he asked, prying my fingers loose from the table edge and rolling, knocking off my nearly empty glass of milk in the process.
I barely even noticed the spill, seeing as Sterling wasted no time filling me back up.
I groaned and pressed my forehead against the table, hands going up to press against the sides of the counter trying to counteract his hard thrusts.
My hips felt slightly uncomfortable, but the pleasure starting to bloom deep in my belly counteracted any and all pain until everything I felt was nothing but ecstasy.
Stroke after stroke of his cock plowing into me, the smack-smack of his hips hitting my ass, as well as the wet sound of our joining as his cock slid in and out of my needy hole had my orgasm all of a sudden there.
Not to mention his balls kept swinging to hit my clit just perfectly.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed into the tabletop.
His dark, amused chuckle had me seeing stars when he changed the angle of his strokes, making my previously amazing orgasm vault out of orbit into the extremes that I’d never felt before.
The breath left my lungs in a choked gasp, and his hand came up to hold onto the top of my shoulder, squeezing tightly, as his orgasm overtook him.
I could feel the hot pulses of his come pouring into me, splashing against the back of my womb, and I screamed.
It was muffled by the tabletop, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care whether I disturbed the neighbors or not.
I couldn’t even remember my own name by that point.
“Goddamn,” Sterling said as he collapsed against my back.
What little breath I’d been able to catch left my lungs in a whoosh when his body met mine, and he laughed at the small squeak that came out of me in the process.
“Sorry,” he said, lifting until his elbows held him up.
I grunted in answer, turning my head to the side and allowing my body to catch the breath it needed after that spectacular show.
“Your cock is welcome in me anytime,” I told him jokingly.
The cock in question jerked at my announcement, and he pressed his bushy beard against my neck as he ran his lips along my shoulder blades.
“Good to know,” he said, reaching forward and grabbing something off the counter in front of me.
My eyes followed the movement as he unceremoniously shoved the towel underneath my pubic bone where it rested on the table.
Then he pulled out, and a rush of his release started to instantly flow out.
“Convenient that you fucked me over here,” I said, placing the dishtowel to my opening and catching what I could before it ended up all over the floor and my thighs.
“I’m a multitasker,” he said, a grin playing along his lips. “What are you doing today?”
I tried not to be embarrassed by the fact that I was completely naked on my kitchen table and he was acting like I wasn’t.
“I have to go to lunch with Sawyer today,” I answered. “And tonight I have to start getting ready…”
My next comment was interrupted by a no-nonsense knock at the door, and I knew exactly who was out there.
I’d been getting visits from the police nearly every three days since Sterling had left.
And that sounded like Officer Ryan’s knock.
He wasn’t the nicest cop, but he also wasn’t harsh like some of them could be.
He was honest, which sadly equaled into me getting a ticket if I’d done something he deemed as wrong.
“Shit,” I said, hopping down and waddling to the door. “Can you get that? Might want to do your pants up first, though. Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.”
His eyes narrowed, but he pulled up his jeans, fixed his belt and holster, and walked to the front door shirtless just as I closed the door behind me.
Chapter 9
A giant cup of shut the fuck up.
-Coffee cup
Sterling
I opened the door, surprised to see a cop on the other side of it.
“Can I help you?” I asked, scratching my beard.
The cop looked me up and down, cataloged my tattoos. The gun that I’d tucked inside its holster at the small of my back just as I’d opened the door. The scowl on my face.
Then instantly took a step back.
One predator knew another when they saw each other.
“Is Ms. Comalsky home?” He asked briskly.
I raised a brow at him.
“She’s getting dressed,” I told him, crossing my arms over my chest.
His eyes flicked behind me, looking for her, before he turned back to me.
“What’s your name,” he demanded.
Not a question, very much a demand.
But I knew my rights, and I didn’t have to tell him a damn thing. And I wasn’t liking the way he was being so rude, and challenging me in my woman’s house.
“My name’s none of your business,” I said just as Ruthie came up behind me.
“Officer Ryan,” she said the moment she came up behind me.
She pressed her face against my bare arm, wrapping both hands around my arm.
I wasn’t sure whether she was doing it because she could tell I was pissed, or because she wanted to just hold my hand.