Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Her pussy is manicured and pretty. It’s glistening with her desire and her little button is all swollen and engorged with blood, ready for my lips to grab it and suck.
I lean down and the moment I start licking her, she goes wild. Her hands gripping my hair, her legs clamping against my head, and her back arching up. She is moaning, and panting, and acting like a wild woman.
I suck on those juices, licking her and lapping at her like I’m eating ice cream.
Her orgasm is nearly immediate and I watch her face—eyes closed tightly—as she clenches her teeth and lifts her chin up as the wave of pleasure floods her body.
When she’s done, she lets out a long breath and opens her eyes back up. Smiling at me.
I stand up, pump my dick a few times, then grab her hips and pull her towards me. My dick slides inside her, the walls of her pussy gripping me tight, and then I fuck her.
Hard, thrusting into her. Then soft, leaning down on top of her so I can bite her nipples as I squeeze her breasts.
I fuck her until she’s whining, and moaning, and sweaty, and spent.
And then I fuck her some more. Pulling out at the last minute so I can come all over her thighs.
I stare at her, catching my breath, and then I get a towel from the bathroom, make it all warm, and clean her up. When that’s done, I bend down and release her garters, pulling the ripped panties away from her body, and then I stand her up and take off her dress and bra.
She undresses me too, telling me to sit down in the nearest chair as she takes off my shoes and socks. Then she offers me her hand, stands me up, and slides my pants down.
When we’re both naked, she grabs me by the cock, gives it a nice tug, and leads me over to the bed. We get in, and I pull her on top of me, and we have a nice slow fuck with lots of kissing.
This time the climax is more subdued. Quieter, for sure. But nicer too. Because she lets me come inside her this time and when we’re both done, she slides off to the side and we just fall asleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning Amon pulls me into the shower. It’s early, like way too early. Four a.m. early. But it’s Sunday. Revival day. And not just any Revival day, but Fourth of July Revival day. Which means we gotta be back in Disciple by eight so I can be ready for the show.
While we’re in the shower I feel this urgency to hurry. But he’s soaping me up, and caressing those bubbles all up and down my body, and I just don’t have the willpower to make him stop. So when he pushes me up against the wall and presses his cock into my ass, I don’t even think about telling him no.
Last night was glorious. And I want to be with this man forever and ever. And let him take me any way he wants. Any way he wants. Because after last night I know something new about him. I know that he will make the sex exciting, and he will make me nervous—but he will not hurt me. Ever.
Amon Parrish might be a dangerous man to some, but he’s not to me.
I fall asleep as soon as we get on the highway, and I stay asleep until we come to a stop and Amon is gently pushing on my shoulder.
“Wake up, Rosie. We’re home.”
I look up, wondering which home, and see that we are idling in front of Lowyn’s house in town. I let out a sigh, desperately wishing there was no Revival today, but that’s when I see the porch is covered in boxes. “What’s that?” I ask, pushing wild hair out of my eyes with one hand and pointing to the porch with the other.
Amon has a scheming glint in his eye when I look at him. And he’s grinning like a fool. “That, dear Rosie, is a costume change.”
I gasp. Loud. And my eyes go wide. “What?”
“A costume change.”
I look around, confused. “Well… Lowyn doesn’t live here. I live here.”
Amon laughs. “I know. That’s why the boxes are on the porch.”
I point to myself, blinking and still confused. “Those boxes are for me?”
“Of course they are. Why do you say it like that?”
“Because… well”—I take a deep breath—“I’m not a star. I’m a side character. I’ve never had a starring role in my life. And side characters don’t need costume changes.”
Amon pulls the truck into my driveway and shuts it off. Then he reaches for me. “Oh, Rosie. There has never been a woman more deserving of a starring role than you.”