Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
I put one hand under her ass and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her into the dining area. She moans against my lips, my tongue invading her mouth, taking ownership of it.
The table still has my breakfast dishes on it. I swipe them off to the other side and sit her on the tabletop. I take a step back and catch my breath.
“Take your shirt off,” I order.
She grabs the hem and wastes little time removing the fabric, leaving her full breasts on display in a black lacy bra. The round tops of her tits make my dick rock fucking solid.
I slip a condom out of my wallet and unbutton my pants. She lays back, her eyes wild, the scent of her vanilla perfume everywhere. I roll the condom over myself and then grab the waistband of her pants and yank them off her body, her shoes hitting the floor first.
My fingertips dig into her hips as I scoot her to the end of the table, guiding myself towards her opening. The initial contact has her panting, her back arched, waiting for the next move.
I slide into her with one thrust, her pussy so wet for me that it makes my cock throb. I groan as she constricts around my length. I pause when I hit the back, slide out, and then push inside her as far as it’ll go.
She moans again, her voice filling the room as I fill her. I slide in and out, driving into her harder with each push. I take one hand and pull down the lace covering her tits and watch them spring free. I palm one, squeezing it as I continue to pound in and out of her sweet pussy.
She yells my name, arching her back, tossing her head back and forth. The table is rocking, the dishes clamoring on the other side. One plate slips off the end and smashes onto the floor. The destruction just amplifies the animalistic feeling in the room.
I press down on her stomach, preventing her from lifting off the table. I slam into her, the angle allowing me to get even deeper inside.
She begins to moan. She’s getting close. I rub her nipple a few times before returning my hand to her hip. I drive into her over and over, watching her tits rock on top of her creamy white skin. Her phone begins to ring from her purse in the hallway. Knowing it’s probably Elijah or some other fucker from the bar, I decide to tattoo my fucking name on the back of her pussy.
“Crew,” she yells as I slam into her, holding her down. “Fuck!”
Her muscles tighten and pulse around me as she shouts nonsense. I find my release at the same time, my hands holding her down.
She lies back lifelessly on the table. Our jagged breaths fill the air, the smell of sex overpowering her perfume.
I scoop her back up with one arm and kiss her mouth hard. She moans against my lips and I know she can barely move.
I love it.
I pull out and head to the bathroom, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash. She comes in behind me with her clothes in her hand, which she then puts back on, and runs her fingers through her hair.
“How’d that feel?” I ask.
“Like I got fucked.” She smiles before leaving me standing in the bathroom alone. I hear her rummaging around in the hallway. “See ya, Crew,” she calls out before the door opens and shuts.
And that’s why I like her.
I jump in the shower, letting the hot water do its thing. I soap up and just finish rinsing when I hear the phone ring. I slide the curtain open and see Julia’s name on the screen.
My gut twists. There’s something about her calling that makes me uneasy, because she never calls me. Never. I flip the water off and wrap a towel around me quickly.
“Hello?” I ask, wiping the fog off the mirror. The line is silent.
“Jules? You there?”
I think I hear her crying, but I can’t be sure. “Julia? What’s going on?”
“Crew . . .” Her voice, barely above a whisper, drifts quietly through the phone.
Something is very fucking wrong.
NINE
JULIA
I click the phone off and literally drop it onto the coffee table. It lands with a thud that sounds like it’s in another world. I sit with my arms on my knees and try to remember what the doctors said. I struggle to remember his words.
I feel like I should be reacting to this, but I can’t. I feel like the tears are there, but they won’t come.
My breath comes out staggered. I hear the air going in and out of my mouth, the only noise in the room, and it sounds like I’m shivering. I look at my hands and see them shaking.