Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“I think orgasm number four is on the menu. Does my lady want?”
“Yes.”
She was becoming very addicted to Rome Hard.
Chapter Five
Dreams did come true.
Rome had no doubt as he woke to Andy working his cock. He was already hard. Last night, he’d fucked her twice more. The sounds of her moans were the best kind of music. He wished he could record them, just so he could listen as they were so good.
He rolled over and Andy nibbled on the flesh of his stomach.
“You’re awake,” she said.
“No, I’m not. I’m sleeping very soundly. There is nothing to stop a very sexy woman doing whatever she wants to do.”
She straddled his waist, and he opened his eyes, holding his hands against his head as she gripped his cock, and slowly, inch by inch, sank onto it. The sight alone was enough to send him over the edge. Gritting his teeth, he counted to ten to keep himself in control.
With Andy, he was always so close to coming. She looked so sexy with her full hips, bouncing tits, and bed hair. Her hands went to his chest as she began to rock her hips, going up and down his length.
Rome couldn’t hold back. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock, going so deep they both moaned.
“Fuck!”
“You’re so big.”
“Are you complaining?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good.” He lifted her up and brought her back down. Up and down, over and over again, watching her tits jolt with the force of his thrusts. This was the best way to wake up in the morning. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
She leaned back. One hand at her tit, the other delving between her thighs, stroking her clit. One stroke, and he felt her pussy tighten around him.
He didn’t stop thrusting inside her, watching her play with her pussy.
This was what dreams were made of. He’d wanted this for ten years, and finally, he was getting to see the woman of his dreams do this.
Perfection. Sheer fucking perfection.
Andy threw her head back, pushing down on his cock as she came. He watched her, mesmerized as she let go. She was breathtaking.
Gripping her hips tightly, he slammed up into her, taking over, fucking her, bringing himself closer to release until he found his bliss, plunging over the edge, and filling her tight cunt with his come.
She collapsed over him. “You know, I was supposed to wake you up, not let you take over.”
“It was a team effort.”
She laughed.
Running his hands down her back, he basked in the feel of her over him. “You need to get ready for work, don’t you?” he asked.
She sighed. “Yes, but that’s not why I woke you up.”
“Why did you?”
“I couldn’t resist you.” She kissed him. “Will you drop me off at work?”
“Yes. You didn’t even need to ask.”
“Shower together then breakfast?”
“A dream come true.” He helped Andy ease off his cock. They went to shower together. So they would save time, he kept his hands to himself.
After they showered, Andy left him to get dressed. The scent of coffee drew him to the kitchen.
She stood at the counter, reading the newspaper. Cereal and milk were waiting for him.
“Coffee?”
“Love one.”
“Cream and sugar?”
“Black for me.”
She handed him a mug, and he sipped at it, pouring himself a bowl of cereal.
“What are your plans for tonight?” he asked.
“I’ve got to finish preparing the last of my lesson plans running up to Christmas. I also need to get a tree and the decorations out of the attic.” She wrinkled her nose.
“You don’t like Christmas?”
“I love Christmas. I hate the attic.” She gave a little shudder.
“Okay, I’ve got to know. What is it about the attic?”
“Spiders and cobwebs, so gross.”
“You’re not a bug person.”
“Who is?” Andy said.
“Beats me. I’ll get them out for you tonight. I’ll pick you up from work.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not. I wouldn’t offer if I did.” He winked at her.
“Do you love Christmas?”
“Hell, yeah. Mom is mad for Christmas. She loves to cook and bake up a storm. We’ve got more decorations than is tasteful. Lots of presents, it’s fun.”
“Sounds nice.”
“Would you like to be my date this Christmas day?” he asked.
“What?”
“My folks always host Christmas. At least she has two daughters-in-law who do not mind her taking over, doing all the cooking, and all that. We’re a big family, and that’s where I’m going to be. As my date, I’d like you to go with me.”
“Oh, er, you don’t think that is a bit, I don’t know, personal?”
“Meeting my family?” he asked.
“I’m not trying to be a downer or anything, but we’re just … I don’t know what we’re doing.”
Rome took hold of her hand. “Don’t be scared. My parents are not monsters. They would love to meet you.”
“You’re not just saying that? I was your teacher, Rome. You’re sure they’re not going to disapprove of me?”