Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
The pantry is right next to the kitchen and the closest door to us. I wrench it open and walk into the dark room as I pull it closed behind us. There’s no lock on the door, but it’s about as private as we can get and I’m not about to lose this opportunity.
The word “consequences” floats around in the back of my mind, but I ignore it. Those are thoughts for later, because right now the only thing that matters is Lula.
“What are we doing?” Her question is breathy, and before I can answer her I’m kissing her again.
As we kiss in the dark surrounded by shelves of dry goods, I reach down and fumble with the button on her jean shorts.
“The only question I want to hear you ask is can you do that again?”
With those words I fall to my knees and yank her shorts and panties down with me. She gasps, but before she can say a word I bury my face between the warm soft skin of her thighs and lick her sweet center.
She cries out as I pull her leg up and throw one over my shoulder to open her up. Her wet lips part and I cover her pussy with my mouth, rolling my tongue over her clit. I hear things falling off the shelf as she leans against it for balance. I ignore all of it as she calls my name and I push my thumb inside of her. I’m aggressive and not the least bit careful with her, going after what I want. All this frustration that’s been building up is finally cut loose and I can’t rein it in.
Her pussy tastes like maple and butter and goddamn do I love it. She’s so fucking sweet and slick, my tongue is lapping it up as my thumb sinks deeper. My finger slides back and rubs across her tight bud, and when I press at the entrance she cries out. I smile against her pussy and I can taste her getting wetter.
“Rub it on my face,” I growl and she does just as I ask. “Good girl.” The two words of praise cause her to move faster against my mouth and I wonder if she’s loving this taste of power as much as I am.
More things fall off the shelves and I hear what must be rice or pasta scatter on the floor around us. It’s all just background noise as I rub her tight little ass and lick her pussy until she purrs like a beautiful little kitten.
“I think—shit,” she squeals as I push in with just the tip of my finger, but she doesn’t back away. Instead she rolls her hips and rubs her pussy against my tongue. “X, I’m cumming!”
Her scream echoes in the small room and more boxes fall off the shelf. But nothing else matters besides the taste of her orgasm in my mouth and the feel of her pussy squeezing my thumb. It’s so fucking hot and tight my cock is thick and hard with the need to cum inside of it.
“Goddamn.” I kiss her pussy like she’s my most prized possession and just as I’m about to take her in my arms and carry her to my room, the door of the pantry flies open.
“Shit,” Lula curses, but all of her is blocked by me in front of her so no one else could see.
“I’m so sorry!” I hear a woman’s voice call out just before the door closes.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I realize it was Elise, the older woman on the island who brings us fresh bread each day. She’s pushing ninety and I probably gave her a heart attack.
“This was a mistake,” Lula says quickly as she jumps out of my grasp and begins to tug on her shorts.
“What?” is the only thing I can manage to say as I stay kneeling on the floor like an idiot. I stare at her while she hops on one foot until she’s got her shorts on and then bolts past me. “Hey!” I call after her as she flings open the door and bolts out of the pantry. I know this is an island so she can’t go far, but I’m still pissed as hell she’s the one running out of here. I don’t know what kind of plan I had, but that sure as hell wasn’t part of it.
Chapter Six
Lula
I race out the front door knowing if I go up to my bedroom he’ll only find me faster. It’s only a matter of time anyway because it’s an island. I can’t stay hidden forever but I need to collect myself. I have no idea what happened back there. My body still hums with pleasure and suddenly the girls in my college dorm all make sense. I overheard them talking about how it was a way for them to wind down after a crazy week in clinicals. I never believed them until now. My mind blanked when X kissed me. Everything else faded away while I got lost in him and enjoyed what he did to my body. His dirty talk surprised me but really it shouldn't be a shock. X always does and says whatever he wants.