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)
Davis—and I guess Sara and me—had moved out here to little Accident, Florida and pretty much disappeared off the map. Though that didn’t stop Davis from still being absolutely adored. It was every other week that people were claiming to have his babies. Likely, I’d get lost in all the others still doing the same thing.
“I guess I’d probably just join all the others in the long line. Though my claim would actually be legitimate,” I teased.
Davis snorted. “I’ll go to the store and get some. It’s not like I really meant this to happen for a third time.”
That was the freakin’ truth.
This had definitely been one of those things that weren’t supposed to happen more than once.
“What are you up to today?” he asked as if he cared.
The way he leaned against the counter, his arms crossed across his chest, left me slightly breathless.
I looked at my watch. “Well, usually I’d be at work right now, getting shit done. But since I can’t do that because it’s still a crime scene, I’m working with movers back home to get the contents of my dad’s storage shed sent to me. Then I’m going to start looking for a place to start my own business.”
“The crime scene was released late last night,” he admitted. “You could go in, but from what I understand, the grandson is already on his way from out of state to get it ‘back on its feet.’”
I sighed. “Great.”
“But his lease is up, and I already told him he couldn’t renew it because I didn’t want that in my building.” He leered at me. “If you wanted to give me a blow job, I’d totally allow you to move in.”
My mouth fell open. “That’s extortion!”
“That’s life.” He cupped his crotch through his sweatpants, toying with the bow with his thumb. “What’s it going to be?”
If I didn’t want to suck his cock so bad, I definitely wouldn’t have done what I did next.
I dropped down to my knees, then lifted my hands and caught the end piece of that stupid bow he’d tied, then tugged. It came undone easily, and the whole string unraveled right there in front of my face.
In the few seconds it’d taken me to untie it his cock had gone fully erect.
Smiling up at him, I gently tugged the front of his sweatpants down, backing away just in time not to take his monster cock to the chin.
Glancing up at him again, I leaned forward and licked the tip, backing away when he growled in response.
“Don’t think I could take this one deep even if I tried,” I told him honestly. “I have a hella gag reflex.”
“It’s not gonna get any better if you don’t try to break it in,” he taunted.
I leaned forward and let my tongue drag teasingly around the tip, rounding it like a lollipop. Round and round I went, teasing him.
His hand went to my hair and he tugged as he said, “Stop teasing me and suck it.”
I brought my mouth back into place, then took him as deep down my throat as I could. Which, admittedly, wasn’t very far.
I wasn’t joking about that gag reflex.
Just as I was about to let up, he tugged me deeper.
I gagged and pulled back, shooting him a glare.
“I’m not sure how sexy it would be if I barfed on your cock,” I growled at him.
His eyes gleamed as he said, “It wouldn’t be a turnoff if what made you barf was shoving my cock down your throat. Trust me.”
Glare still in place, I angrily sucked him down, working the length of his cock with my hand to make up for the fact that I couldn’t go very deep with him.
That seemed to appease him, and soon, he was very into it.
So into it I could feel his thighs tensing further and further, letting me know he was as close as he was going to get without actually coming.
Then, because I was a vindictive bitch, I pulled back, dropped his cock and said, “About that building. You can go fuck yourself.”
He leaned back against the counter laughing.
Before I could make it two steps out of the kitchen with my dignity intact, he had me bent over the counter beside the fridge and he was yanking my pajama bottoms down.
My phone started ringing just as he shoved his cock in deep.
I gasped silently, my eyes closing and my body all but flying away high with euphoria.
Then I heard him say, “Sure, she’s right here. Hold on.”
I froze with his cock so deep inside of me I could taste it.
“For you,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.
I cursed when I opened my eyes and saw the phone sitting by my clenched fists.
“Say hello,” he urged, punctuating that with a thrust of his hips.
I felt my eyelids twitch in response.