Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Words that set my blood on fire and made me want to yank those boxer briefs of mine off her curvy hips and bury my face between her luscious thighs.
Speaking of thighs…
I ran one rough palm up the outside of one of her thighs, and she instinctively parted them, allowing my hand the freedom to move wherever it pleased.
“I love you, Jessie,” the whispered words, barely audible, had my hand clenching on her thigh.
There were those words again.
I bent down, examined Ellen’s sleeping face for signs that she was awake, and whispered back, “I love you, too. Always have, always will.”
She didn’t stir, and I pushed down the hint of disappointment that I felt.
Those words, once I’d fixed what I’d broken inside of her, would make me a very happy man one day. But until then, I’d be happy with the dream declarations of love that Ellen gave me.
My hand started moving again, this time to the hem of my underwear that she was wearing.
I grinned when I pulled the elastic band of the underwear down and saw her tiny little panties.
“It’s like you knew I’d do this,” I murmured, taking a quick glance at the clock.
Twelve o’ two.
Plenty of time to fuck her, catch four hours of sleep, and get up for work in the morning.
Grinning, I made short work of my own underwear, then started on Ellen’s, not stopping until she was naked from the bottom down.
The shirt would’ve gone, too, but she had a death grip on my pillow, still.
And all I really needed to do was push up her shirt and I’d have access to her pretty breasts—breasts that I could tell were unbound underneath my t-shirt she’d borrowed.
“Jessie?”
I froze with my hand halfway up her shirt.
“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily.
I grinned and straddled her outstretched legs, pinning her lower half to the bed with my big, naked body.
“I’m about to fuck you.”
She shook her head, a small smile on her face.
“Did you turn that light on?” she asked, turning her head so she could see the light in the corner of the room. One I never used because the little dial was hard as fuck to turn.
“No,” I shook my head, not giving it any more thought. “Had to have been you.”
Her mouth opened, but before the words I knew she was going to say slipped out, I pushed her shirt up the rest of the way and dropped my mouth down to her breast.
The moment my mouth touched down on her nipple, she hissed out in surprise.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted, her hands going to my face, fingers tangling in my beard. “I’m not quiet.”
I grinned, giving the turgid nipple a little flick of my tongue.
“No,” I agreed. “You’re not.”
“But your son is here,” she started to push my head away.
I let her think she won, but only for long enough for me to switch to the other breast.
And she stopped trying to push me away, and started trying to pull me closer.
“Jessie,” she whimpered. “You know…”
Yes, I knew. I knew her breasts were extra sensitive. I knew that she could orgasm from me sucking on her nipples alone.
I knew, if I continued this, she’d come, and come hard.
So that’s what I did.
I sucked, licked, nipped, tugged and pulled on her nipples. When I wasn’t torturing one with my mouth, I was pulling or rubbing on it with my fingers.
I’d built her up to a fury of writhing, needful woman, and I could tell that she was on edge. It wouldn’t take her more than a flick of my fingers on the tight bud of a clit and she’d come.
I knew it. She knew it. But I wouldn’t give her that escape.
Not yet, anyway.
I had fourteen years of things that I wanted to do to this body, and I didn’t want what we had to end too fast. I wanted, no needed, this.
Needed her.
Needed my cock inside of her, filling her so full that she couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.
“Don’t stop,” she cried out. “Please don’t stop.”
I knee-walked up the length of her body until my cock was poised just above her lips, and my knees planted in the bed at her shoulders.
She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in, but with her arms pinned to her sides by my thighs, she could do nothing more but suck as much as she could reach by just lifting her head.
“Suck,” I ordered.
She did, just the tip, but it was enough to make my eyes cross.
My balls were dragging deliciously against the space between her breasts, and I was breathing raggedly.
“Enough,” I groaned, pulling away.
She didn’t stop sucking, her eyes defiant, and I started to laugh.
“That how it’s going to be played?” I asked her.
She continued to suck, stopping only long enough to let her tongue flick through the slit at the tip, causing me to curse in two different languages.