Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Judah has never seen a store. It might be a bad idea. He will probably pick out everything off the shelves.”
“So?” I asked, shrugging. “He’s gonna have to go to a store sooner or later. If he picks out twenty new toys to keep himself occupied while we’re here, so be it. Maybe we can even introduce him to fast food on the way home. He’s a bottomless pit.”
“I think he’s going through a growth spurt,” she agreed.
“And with all the excitement, he will probably pass out hard after,” I said, letting my hand brush across her lower back as I passed her, fingertips grazing her ass a bit.
“After noodles, do you want to go in the car?” she asked Judah.
Judah wholeheartedly agreed to that.
“Thank God you picked me up that makeup when you went to the store,” she said as she reached up to run a hand over her jaw. “I hope the concealer does a good job.”
She went ahead and got herself ready while I finished the noodles then set Judah in the highchair to eat.
“I don’t like how good you are at covering those up,” I said, walking into the bathroom to find her standing there in a towel, finishing up brushing some loose powder onto her carefully made-up face.
“It’s not a skill I’m going to need after this,” she said with the kind of certainty of a woman who would never again be with a man who raised a hand to her.
“You’ve got that right,” I agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Where’s Judah?”
“Stuffing his face using both fists. Don’t worry, I cut the noodles up small,” I told her as I reached around her, teasing my fingers up her stomach until I reached the tuck of her towel, and worked it free.
I watched in the mirror as the towel fell away, leaving her bare to me, her skin still a little pink from the hot water in the shower.
“We don’t have a lot of time then,” she said, even as her eyelids grew heavy as my hand moved up to cover her breast.
“Want to bet I can make you come twice before we even have to worry?” I asked as my other hand slipped between her thighs, and teased up her pussy that was already slick with need, finding her clit, and working it with my thumb.
She sucked in a shaky breath as her fingers curled into fists on the countertop.
“See?” I asked as my fingers slipped inside of her, feeling her walls tighten greedily around them. “You’re already halfway there.”
Her throaty little moan was a jolt of need right to my cock.
“You want to come with my fingers?” I asked, flicking her clit a little harder. “Or my mouth?” I asked as her head fell back against my shoulder. “Or…” I asked, fucking her faster with my fingers.
“Or?” she asked, her hips rocking against the movements.
“Or… my cock?” I asked, grinding it against her ass cheek.
A loud moan escaped her as her pussy tightened around my fingers even more.
“I need you to say it, angel,” I said. “Fingers, mouth, or cock,” I repeated her options.
Her gaze lifted to mine, molten with her need.
“Cock,” she whispered, grinding her ass against me.
“Thank fuck,” I growled, reaching for my wallet, and removing my last condom from it, making a mental note to pick up a fucking mega pack of them at the store.
She lost my fingers as I freed myself and protected us before I reached to press a hand between her shoulders, bending her forward, then teasing my cock against her cleft before thrusting inside her pussy.
Hard.
Deep.
Taking every tight inch of her.
My hands slid up to grab her shoulders, holding her still, so she didn’t slam into the mirror as I started to fuck her.
Hard and fast, determined to make good on the promise of multiple orgasms.
“You feel so fucking good,” I hissed as I slammed into her as she angled herself upward, getting the angle just how she liked it.
Her response was a deep, ragged moan that only managed to spur me on, fucking her as I watched her face, her eyes going cloudy and her lips parting, rounding over her whimpers and moans as she got closer and closer.
“There you go,” I groaned as her pussy became a vice grip on my cock. “Come for me.”
Then, just like that, she did, crying out loudly enough for my hand to slap over her mouth, quieting her.
“One more,” I demanded, even as the need for release was getting painful.
But when I promised her something, I wanted to make sure I came through with it.
She was still trembling from the one orgasm when I grabbed her knee, yanking it up, and spreading it wide on the counter as I started to move inside her again.
Slowly.
So fucking slowly that it ached.