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)
When she’d cum a handful of times, I flipped us over, putting her on top, and as if on cue, the phone rang. She’s one of those people who can’t let a ringing phone go unanswered.
“Don’t you dare.” She looked like a doe in the crosswalk of a busy highway during rush hour traffic.
STEPH
I’m in a dilemma here. It’s true I can’t let a phone just ring off the hook without answering because I always imagine the worst. What if someone was hurt and needed me? But the look in Mace’s eyes promised retribution if I answered, not to mention what was going on between my thighs.
My mind was fractured in a thousand directions at once, and in the end, I gave him an apologetic look and reached for the phone. I should’ve known better. I’m not sure what I expected when he got that glint in his eye; maybe in my sex-fogged brain, I thought he’d relented. Wrong!
I answered the phone on one of his down strokes and tried clamping down around his cock to control the situation. That, too, was a lost cause. “Hell…hello!” There was no way to hide the tremor in my voice when he purposely slammed into me.
I looked down at him with a pleading look keeping one hand planted on his chest in another failed bid to control his movements, but I’m pretty sure now that the look in his eyes was a challenge. It took me a few seconds to recognize the voice on the other end, and when I did, my eyes widened with disbelief. “No, I can’t talk now.”
How uncomfortable my ex-mother-in-law was calling me while I was riding some other dude’s dick. My life is a comedic horror film. “You filthy little slut. What have you been doing?” How the hell? I started to look around the room for hidden cameras.
“I don’t know what you’re talk…talking about.” My voice hitched again, and I was having trouble concentrating because Mace the fiend had turned up the heat.
His hands gripped my ass just the way I liked, tight and possessive, and his cock was doing some kind of stretch routine as it tried making its way into my gut. I mouthed the word behave at him, which he ignored as he reached for my breasts and squeezed with just enough pressure to make me juice.
I bit into my lip hard to keep the moan locked inside, but it didn’t actually work. His next stroke sent my head flying back on my neck as I rode up and down, while somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking, this cannot be happening.
I even tried climbing off of him since he was in no mood to behave, but he held me in place and dared me with a look that said I’d pay if I even thought about it. Then he pulled me down and covered my lips with his, all while the phone was still clamped to my ear.
“Are you listening to me? What’re you doing?” I almost dropped the phone, but years of training wouldn’t allow me to do that, and there was no way I could tell her what the hell I was doing. Mace chose that moment to dip a fingertip in my rosebud, and I was off to the races. I never knew that could feel as good, so good I saw stars and lost all the energy in my body.
Everything was centered there between my thighs where we were joined, and I moved faster, chasing the orgasm that was just within my reach. I was about to have the mother of all orgasms. I could feel that thing building inside me, and it was going to be a big one. But Mace had other ideas. As if to punish me for answering the phone, he released my lips and eased up on his strokes. I felt the loss and then remembered the phone.
“I just got a call from the neighbors. I thought I told you to put an end to this thing you have with that man. My son is still….” Now I was pissed because she’d robbed me, and maybe that’s why I did something I’d never had the courage to do before.
“I don’t care what your son is doing.” Oh shit! Mace stopped moving at my words and was now glaring up at me.
“Is that your ex-mother-in-law?” Oh, dear. His voice sounded gruff and annoyed, and the look on his face, I can only describe as pissed off. I should’ve lied, but instead, I nodded my head yes. He pinched my clit and slapped his cock into me so hard my eyes grew wide, and my body went into some kind of spasmodic fit.
“That’s it, baby, right there.” There’s no way she didn’t hear him. “Damn, you’re so tight. Cum for me.” My mouth was open in shock while she was caterwauling in my ear, but then he pressed down on my clit with the fingers of one hand while sliding the middle finger of the other into my ass again, and that’s all she wrote.