Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
My head angled up to her as my fingers glided up her legs, reaching to slide her panties down her thighs.
She stepped out of them, her gaze on me as I reached for her knees, spreading them wider, then leaning forward, and running my tongue up her clit.
Her legs shook as I worked her with my tongue and lips, and all but lost all their strength as I drove her up through one orgasm before snagging her, and dropping her down on the couch to continue devouring her.
I never got enough of going down on her. She was so in the moment, so wrapped up in the sensations. Her hands dug into my neck. Her thighs crushed my head. Her hips rocked against me. Her moans filled the room.
I pushed her through a second orgasm, and was working toward a third when she pulled suddenly away, then dropped down on her knees in front of me, working at my fly and zip, then fisting my cock as she lowered down to suck me into her mouth.
She gave head the way she did everything.
With energy and passion, throwing everything she had into it.
I was fucking lost in it, in her.
I was barely even aware of what she was doing as she slid on the condom with her mouth before climbing on top of me, and taking me inside of her.
I was fucking mesmerized by her as she rode me with the same intensity and passion, watching me at times, at others, with her head thrown back and eyes closed, lost in the sensations.
Reaching up, I grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her gaze back down to me as I felt her pussy tighten.
“I want to see you as you come around my cock,” I growled, making her pussy spasm hard with her orgasm, her cries so loud that I almost missed the sound of her phone as it started ringing.
She missed it completely, though, lost in her orgasm. She took me with her in the end, leaving us both boneless and breathless after.
“Wasn’t about to tell you while you were coming, but your phone was ringing,” I told her.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to get a call. She seemed to be on the phone trees for every organization in the tri-state area. People were always calling about events or donation drives.
It didn’t escape me, though, that she didn’t seem to have a lot of personal calls or texts. Not a single one from her mom in days. My mother had been up my ass day and night since she found out I left town. And even more so when she learned I would miss my birthday.
But you need to have a cake and make wishes!
I did.
The night before, Aurelio had come over to distract me, bullshitting about some leads he had for Traveler’s situation. While Traveler herself baked me a fucking amazing birthday cake.
They lit candles and sang.
I made a wish.
It was different than if I’d been at home, but, somehow, it felt even more meaningful. Trav didn’t have to celebrate my birthday. I wasn’t even sure how she knew it was coming up.
But she’d baked me a cake and she… gave me a different kind of present that we both enjoyed until we were dead tired.
But, yeah.
Her mom didn’t reach out.
She did get one text from Sheryl who seemed to be her only actual friend. And even that seemed to revolve more around common interests—the coffee shop, the farm, the market—than an actual close connection.
I wondered if she knew that, or if she was simply so accustomed to being on her own that she didn’t realize what she was missing.
What about her birthday?
Did anyone bake her a cake? Did they sing to her? Did they get her presents?
That was what was on my mind as she yanked up her panties, and walked lazily through to the kitchen where she left her phone.
I ducked into the bathroom, but came back out to find her eyes huge as she yessed someone on the other end of the phone to death.
“Yeah, ah, I’ll be right over,” she said, then ended the call.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
We’d gotten updates on her dad.
They’d extubated.
But he was slow to come off of the drugs they’d given him. Then when he did, he still seemed a little ‘far away.’
We’d been meaning to call a service to go and see if he’d respond better to her, but we’d… we’d gotten caught up in our own little game of playing house.
“He’s awake and talking,” she said, sounding breathless. “The nurse said he’s… being difficult.”
“Well, the apple didn’t fall far from that tree, huh?” I teased as I walked up to her, putting my hands on her hips. She didn’t even rise to the bait at all. “This is a good thing, right?” I asked, confused by her lack of a reaction.