Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I groaned when she responded almost indecently. “I want to fuck you.”
She reached between us before I could stop her or think better of it, and then my cock was in her hand, and I was definitely not thinking Christian-like thoughts.
Her hand pumped my cock with fumbling efficiency. With the cramped confines I had her pinned in, she did the best that she could with what she had to work with. Meanwhile, I was smoothing my right hand up the length of her shorts, surprised to find the shorts as stretchy as they were.
“These shorts are…” I growled, unable to come up with the right word.
Perfection? Inspirational?
Whatever word I used didn’t matter. What did was the way she felt in my arms. The way her tight, slick heat closed around my fingers as I pushed them deep inside of her. The way that she threw her head back and cried out quietly.
Voices sounded from behind us, but with the way we were positioned, no one could see what exactly I was doing, if they could see me at all.
So I placed my mouth over hers and pumped my fingers into her quickly, coating her walls with more of her slickness while simultaneously making sure she was ready.
“Damn, that bar is loud,” I heard someone say.
“Agreed,” another replied. “My ears are ringing.”
She hitched herself up using her legs as leverage, and I reluctantly pulled my fingers free.
Seconds later, she was guiding me to her entrance, and I was sliding home as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
I groaned into her throat at the way her pussy all but swallowed my cock, sucking and pulling it in as if it was finally getting something it’d been missing its entire life.
Her hands fisted in my hair, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I bottomed out inside of her.
Her pussy fluttered, pulsing and tightening around my cock as she adjusted to my girth.
“Fuck me,” she whispered into my ear. “God, don’t just stand there.”
So I did.
I fucked her. Hard. Fast. Ruthlessly.
I pushed into her deep and pulled out of her until just my cockhead resided inside of her. Even the rubbing of her denim jeans along the right side of my shaft wasn’t enough to deter me or slow me down.
“Oh, Jesus, yes,” she pleaded. “Oh, god.”
Her mouth went to my neck and she bit down, likely leaving a goddamn mark. But all that did was make me want more.
More her. More…goddammit, I should really think twice about wanting her.
“I’m gonna come,” she breathed.
My mouth came down on hers as I felt her pussy start to clamp down. My cock took that as its sign, and my balls drew up, releasing two days of frustration deep inside of her.
“Mmmm,” I groaned into her mouth.
We weren’t even kissing at this point. We were practically deep breathing into each other’s mouths as we tried to recover from what had just happened.
Of course as I was about to pull back and figure out what in the fuck I was supposed to do now, that’s when I heard a throat clear.
“Should probably put things away that shouldn’t be seen,” I heard Kobe’s amused voice say. “Your friend’s wondering where y’all are. She thinks you both have the shits.”
I laughed against Greer’s mouth, then pulled away.
No condom. Again.
Whoops.
“I have to go clean up,” she hissed. “I think it’s all over my shorts.”
The thought of her being covered by me was most definitely not upsetting. In fact, I quite liked the idea of her being covered in my release while she sat in a bar full of bikers.
I might not have her at my side, but she was most definitely claimed.
I waited until the bathroom door slammed behind her before tucking my cock into my pants.
Once I was zipped, I turned around to see that it wasn’t just Kobe in the hallway, but Folsom, too.
“Hello,” Folsom chirped. “Do you want a copy of that?”
I blinked.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
She pointed up to a tiny hole in the ceiling that I hadn’t seen before she’d pointed it out.
Whoops.
“That,” Folsom said. “Do you want a copy?”
Did I want a copy of me fucking Greer?
Of fucking course I did.
“Yes,” I said. “Can you delete it?”
“Yep.” She got out her phone. “I can.”
Then she smiled, pressed a few buttons on her phone, and then shoved her phone back into her pocket.
“Done,” she said.
The bathroom door opened, and Greer emerged to find us all still standing there.
“Ummm,” she said as she saw us. “What?”
Folsom smiled. “What?”
Greer grumbled under her breath and pushed between the two of them out of the hallway, and I followed, chuckling.
When I got to the main part of Dud’s, I stopped at the bar top and ordered a drink.
“Thanks,” I said as I was handed my beer.