Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Her fingers find my scalp.
She moans.
“Perfect,” I mutter.
Moans again when my mouth leaves her tits and travels south, nose trailing over her soft belly, hands on her rib cage going the distance too.
“Wait.”
She’s speaking above me, and I pause and glance up at her to hear what she has to say.
“I want you to lie down now.” She pats the bedding beside her.
My sexy little roomie doesn’t have to tell me twice; within seconds, I’m on my back beside her, waiting to see what she’s going to do next, hoping with my hard-on that she—
Climbs on top.
Straddles me like a filly in heat, shrugging out of her bra and tossing it to the ground, sitting on me now in only her black leggings.
Halle-fucking-lujah!
My hands look massive against her small frame, one on each side of her waist, fingers splayed as I watch her resting there. It’s a practice in self-control, considering I want to smother her tits with my face.
Or be suffocated by them; it wouldn’t be the worst way to die.
Posey runs her hands over my chest. She’s doing it so softly it actually tickles but not in a torturous way. Her palms are soft—not calloused like mine.
“You’re so big,” she says.
It’s true, I’m basically a giant. I’ve been huge since I was little, always in the ninetieth percentile in height and weight, and I swear I had a beard in second grade.
Ha.
“I can’t believe I have my shirt off.” Her voice is quiet and amused, but she’s not one bit shy—something I never would have guessed about her. She’s a kindergarten teacher, for fuck’s sake.
“I appreciate that.” My hands cup her breasts, playing with them as if they’re shiny new toys. My new favorite things in the world, everything else forgotten, what’s football?
When she dips down to kiss me, they touch my chest. When she moves farther, they’re squished between us as she kisses my mouth.
Skin on skin.
Tongues mingling.
“Your tits are way better than I thought they’d be when I pictured you naked.”
Why did I say that out loud? She might not take that as a compliment.
Posey pulls back to look at me, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“You’ve thought about me naked?”
“Oh, darlin’, you have no idea how many times the thought has crossed my mind.”
She shivers.
“You cold?”
“No. When you say it like that with an accent, it gives me goose bumps.”
“Darlin’?” My voice is low and deep.
She shivers. “Stop it.”
“Crosses my mind.”
When she shivers again, her tits move.
I can’t stand it anymore. Using my core muscles, I sit up, wrapping my arms around her in the process, hugging her close, my mouth on her collarbone, kissing up her neck.
She tilts it, giving me better access.
Groans.
“God, that feels good,” she murmurs.
She feels good.
I feel good when I’m with her.
This was the best fucking almost two weeks of my life.
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posey
“This was the best fuckin’ almost two weeks of my life.”
To say I’m shocked by Duke’s words is an understatement. “Mine too.” And I’ve had a pretty fantastic life.
“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”
He sure did.
I wonder what other thoughts he’s keeping locked up inside; things I’ll never know about once he’s gone, basking in the fact that he’s not gone yet.
With strong arms around my waist, he’s one part hugging me, one part motorboating my boobs in his face, cannot tell which. Not that it matters. It feels incredible being in his embrace.
His hard dick presses into my ass cheeks—or it tries to, at least.
Mmm…
Ugh, it’s been ages since I’ve had sex. And being half naked with this big, glorious beast has me wanting to peel the rest of his clothes off.
I raise myself high enough so I can feel around for the fly of his jeans, then unbutton them as difficult as the task is given my position.
I roll off to finish.
Zipper whirs down.
Duke wastes no time kicking the denim to the ground, lying there in nothing but a pair of tight, black compression shorts that leave me wanting to sit back and stare.
Oh jeez.
His thighs are as thick as tree trucks, I swear, hard as rocks, too, and he’s not even flexing.
“Um, you’re not gonna make me lie here like this, are you? You gonna join me?”
He plucks at the waistband of my leggings.
Yes.
Okay then.
I lie down, letting him do the honors so I can watch his face as he removes my bottoms.
“How did I know your panties would be white?”
I almost gag at the word panties; it’s as bad as moist, and luscious, three of my least favorite words. Blech.
“Matches the bra.”
He runs a hand over the front of my underwear, fingers plucking at the tiny bow.
Sliding his hand all the way between my legs, he cups my pussy. His giant palm is warm, sending heat straight to my core.
His thumb hooks the pretty lace trim, then sneaks beneath it and rubs slowly.