Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
She grunted and pounded her ass against my bucking pelvis.
“I’m going to come,” I said.
She turned to me and, with fire in her eyes, said, “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Now facing me, she rode me, her hair covering her eyes, her tits bouncing. God, I wanted to grab them.
I twisted and writhed. My hand slipped free from its hold, then the other. “Fuck yeah!” I lunged and grabbed her bouncing breasts.
She gasped in surprise.
“I warned you,” I said. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her body flat against mine. She tried to resist. She was strong, but I was stronger.
I rolled her over, slid my hand under her knee, and hiked up her leg. With my other hand, I pinned her to the floor, and I pounded her with all the pent-up desire and frustration she had stirred in me.
She screamed. From pleasure or pain, I could not tell nor did I, at the moment, much care though I suspected it was from a bit of both.
“Go ahead, scream. There’s no one within miles.”
She dug her nails into my side. I slapped her hand away and pinned it to the floor. I held her head down and kissed her chest greedily, sucking at her skin and working my way down to her heaving breasts.
She bucked and thrashed her legs wildly. Her knee hit me in the side and on my chest. The slight pain only fueled my lust further. I grabbed her legs, pulled them apart, and entered her with a quick and deep thrust.
We moaned in unison.
I stayed deep inside her and wrapped my mouth around her lips. My tongue found hers and licked and rubbed while my cock explored her inside. I pulled my mouth free and gasped for air.
She wrapped her arms around me and stroked my back.
“You’re right,” I said. “I do like to watch.” I pinned her arms to her sides. I straddled her legs, bringing them together, and I watched her tits bounce in rhythm to my lust-craved plunges.
Just as I was about to come, I released her arms, took her breast in my hand, and brought her hard nipple to my tongue. I flicked it and circled it while gyrating my hips against her.
I put her breast in my mouth, kissed it, and sucked it. “I’m going to come. And I’m going to fucking dare.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. We kissed. I thrust. She moaned, and I came.
There’s something quite liberating about eating a home-cooked meal naked and sitting on the floor in front of a fire. I felt like a wild animal, like a primitive beast. Even though I’d come not more than twenty minutes ago, I still felt a strong urge to take Holly again. She lay on the floor, the flickering fire casting shadows on her glistening skin.
I took a spoonful of soup then leaned over her to lick the sweat off her belly.
“Fucking in a cabin is the best,” she said.
I couldn’t disagree.
“Give me some of your soup,” she said.
I put the spoon to her mouth and tilted it as she drank.
“Mmm.”
“Another?”
“Yes, please.”
After taking the spoonful I gave her, I brought the spoon over her body and tilted it, dribbling a few drops onto her chest. “Oops. I spilled some.” I leaned over her and lapped up the spilled soup from between her breasts.
19
Holly
From our cabin in the mountains, every day Ryker and I would hike into town. We’d set out shortly before sunrise, and we’d arrive an hour and a half later in the small town of Franklin that was just waking up. The hike was the best time to talk. Our thoughts were clear, and the start of a new day offered an array of possibilities for us to consider.
“I’m thinking of resuming the thru-hike,” I said.
“What do you mean by resuming? You mean hiking for a few days then coming back?”
“No, I mean, resuming, as in going back out on the trail and finishing it.”
“But—”
“Tomorrow, I’ll set out for Fontana Dam. There are a lot of interesting stops along the way I want to check out.”
“Tomorrow,” he said pensively.
We walked farther along in silence. I wanted to give him time to digest what I was saying. Though I’d hinted at it a few times over the last few days, we hadn’t made any concrete plans. I think he had expected me to stay with him in North Carolina. I wanted to, but I had made a commitment to “Medicine on the Trail,” a commitment I did not plan on breaking.
“When do you think you’ll be back?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” After a good moment of silence, I added, “Why don’t you come with me?”
He kept his eyes on the trail, seemingly in deep thought. “I’ve got a lead on a residency in Blue Ridge.”