Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Chris looked and it was filled with pillows, some yellow some cream colored. He smiled. “They’re nice, baby.”
She was still scowling. “Nice.”
“Honey, I really appreciate the effort you’ve gone to to make this place a home. Really. They’re nice pillows.”
She grabbed a pillow and held it out. “These are goose down. They are soft yet cushion-y. I don’t think you’re fully realizing the functionality of these pillows.”
He looked at Hayley, then the pillow. “Yeah, they’re great but I don’t sleep on the couch.” She glared at him. “Okay, maybe I will be tonight,” he muttered.
She took hold of his wrist and yanked him over to the couch. She placed a hand on his chest and shoved. “Down,” she ordered.
Chris sat down on the couch. He shuffled back and forth. “Yeah. Absolutely. Yeah. Great pillows.”
Hayley sighed and moved in front of him. She kicked his bare feet apart with her own bare foot and dropped the pillow on the floor between them. Then she knelt down between his legs. “Whoa,” Chris said, watching her take hold of the elastic waistband of his gym shorts and pulling them down.
Without hesitation she sheathed more than half his cock into her hot, wet mouth. He drew in a sharp breath and threaded his fingers through her loose hair. She swirled her tongue around the head then took him deeper, working him in and out slowly. He groaned and fought the urge to start thrusting his hips and fuck her face. Then she released him, tugged his shaft up and slowly laved his balls. This was a new move for her and one he knew he loved. Apparently Slick had upped her game for his special day.
After the teasing, she licked the pre-come off with just the tip of her tongue, giving him a great view. Then she took him in her mouth again, working him steadily. She scraped her short nails down his thighs and he tensed up, enjoying the warring sensations of the slight pain on his skin versus the sheer heaven of her hot little mouth. What the hell had gotten into Slick? he wondered fleetingly, then he really didn’t care.
“Hayley,” he groaned, dreading the moment he left her mouth. When she didn’t respond, he repeated her name, louder. Hayley still ignored him. “Hayley,” he said a third time and moved his hands forward to push her off him. Instead, she grabbed his hands and pulled them away from her as she clamped her lips over his rod. “Oh, God, baby,” he breathed as he realized what she was doing for him. She gave him an encouraging moan and he plummeted off the edge he’d been riding, pumping into her mouth. She slowly swallowed in pulses to match his own and finished by licking the head clean.
“I got it all,” she replied.
He growled appreciatively and pulled her up into his lap, kissing her full on the mouth. “Amazing. God that was amazing, Hayley.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “So the pillows?”
“I was totally oblivious to the functionality of the pillows. I very, very humbly apologize. I will never underestimate the thoughtfulness of your gifts again. Please give me more blowjobs.”
She laughed and poked him in the ribs. “Well, I’m glad to hear you say that. Not the blowjob thing. Well, okay, yes, I’ll give you more blowjobs but-”
“Yes! Best birthday ever!”
She poked him again. “But,” she said sharply. “I have more for you,” she told him and slid off the couch between his legs.
“Babe, I’m gonna need time to reload. We can’t all be like you.”
She shot him a look and hit him in the head with the pillow from the floor. Then she reached under the couch.
“Oh man. You’re not going to bean me with the Slugger, are you? I said I was sorry!”
She produced a small, wrapped gift and placed it on his lap.
“Hayley, you didn’t have to do anything else.”
“Just open it,” she replied, smiling. Chris ripped the paper and came up with a Stephen King novel. “It’s the one I told you about. The machines come alive. Very exciting.”
He chuckled. “It sounds really good. Thank you, Hayley. Really. Aside from a disturbingly older stripper the guys got one year, no one’s ever really given me anything before.”
She grinned. “Well, this should make up for a few of them, at least,” she declared. She delved underneath the couch again and came up with a larger gift. She plunked it into his lap.
He grunted. “Geez, Slick.”
“I hope you like this one,” she said. “I saw it on the shelf and I just grabbed it.” He unwrapped it and revealed a large coffee table book. The History of Harley Davidson. “You probably know all of that, but the pictures are really, really nice and it’ll look good on the table.”
He ruffled her hair as the flipped through the book. “I appreciate your high opinion of me, Slick, but I don’t know it all. This is really, really nice.”