Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Cooch embarrassed herself by seeking out his cock to say hello as soon as my legs went around him. She was so happy right now that she was doing the electric slide. Me, I wasn’t doing much better. He was still holding me, and it had to have been five minutes already.
I started to get that panicky self-conscious feeling, like maybe I’m too heavy for him, though I didn’t feel any strain in his arms. “Don’t do that.” He pulled his mouth away to say against my lips.
“Do what?”
“Tense up. You just realized that I’ve been carrying you for more than ten seconds, and you went away in your head. Listen, I know a female reason isn’t your strong suit, but if I couldn’t carry you, I wouldn’t have lifted you.”
Did he just? Mother…. Oops! He shifted his hands under my ass and brought me lower until I was riding the bulge in his jeans. Right on my clit each time. I know the front of his jeans is going to be soaked. Ooh, it moved. It fucking moved.
He was looking at me the way I look at Alfredo’s cheesy lasagna. With hunger and downright carnal intent. I swooped in and covered his lips because why the hell not? He kept up that motion with his hand letting me ride his cock. I was there, Mount Vesuvius was about to erupt, and then he stopped.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Stephanie.” He licked my ear, and I whimpered. He hefted me up higher, taking away that lovely cock and making MS. Kitty very angry. She perked right back up at his tone and his meaning when he ran his hand over my ass suggestively.
“What?” I started to ask, but he covered my lips and quite literally fucked my mouth with his tongue. It went on until we both needed air then I was able to finish my sentence.
“What did I do?” He ran his hand over my ass cheek, pressing me into his rock-hard abs each time.
“Oh please-please-please.” I’m not sure what I was begging for, but I needed something.
“Please, what?”
Wait, I said that out loud?
“As I was saying, you’ve been a bad girl.” He walked towards the sofa that looked more like a bed and sat with me on his lap.
How is he holding me so effortlessly? He’s not even a little bit winded from carrying me across the room. Beneath my side and hip, his thighs were hard, muscular, and strong. He gazed up at him in amazement because from this angle, he was even prettier.
“First, you didn’t come to me when I called. I had to repeat myself.” He lifted his forefinger and made a back-and-forth motion that meant no, I guess. “But before that, you were checking out another man in my place.”
Huh? Wait what? How did he know about that?
There was no time to worry about such trivial things now. His hand landed on my ankle, and I drew in my breath at the feel of his warm, calloused hand against my soft flesh. He caressed my calve, kneading the flesh there before making his way up until his fingers traveled beneath my dress and reached my thigh.
The whole time my eyes stared back into his, and as if mesmerized, I couldn’t look away. When his fingers reached my hip and traveled further to my ass cheek, my face bloomed in color. Of all the nights, I’d decided to try on my new sexy hip-hugging lacy panties and bra set in tangerine.
“What have we got here?” He moved my dress out of the way and stared down at my panties. I wanted to die, really I did, but pussy, she’s like having a toddler who just learned the word and wants nothing to do with it. ‘Don’t you dare play the prude now; you owe me this. Now get him to do that thing he did back over there when you two were standing up.”
I wanted to answer her but didn’t because I didn’t want to break the spell. His nostrils flared as he looked down at my exposed ass cheek. The way he grabbed up all the excess material of my dress and gripped it in his hand, not caring that this was an eight-hundred-dollar silk dress, made my pussy weep at the sheer masculinity of it all.
And then he turned me over on his knees with my dress now bunched up around my waist in back, and I could feel his eyes staring into me, glued to my ass. He leaned over, and I braced myself for the feel of his lips against my ear, but he came in under my guard. “Have you ever been spanked hard and fucked rough?”
My body went right as a bowstring, and it wasn’t just from his words, or the fact that his lips had touched my ear, or even that he’d nipped said ear with his teeth which sent aftershocks through me; no, it was because he kept rubbing his and lovingly over my fat dimpled ass while he did all that.