Total pages in book: 5
Estimated words: 3989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 20(@200wpm)___ 16(@250wpm)___ 13(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 3989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 20(@200wpm)___ 16(@250wpm)___ 13(@300wpm)
The next stroke is faster, deeper and then harder. Working my way up to taking her like I want. The slapping sound due to her arousal and my pistoning hips stirs with her strangled moans of pleasure. She tilts her hips every time she comes and it lets me in deeper as her pussy flutters around my cock.
I want to come more times than I can count, but I can’t get enough of the feeling when she gets off. The sound of her crying out my name. The pleas she makes not to stop. Every little thing she does is mesmerizing.
When I finally have my release, it’s four o clock in the morning and her breathing comes in chaotic pants, her body well spent and well fucked.
“Can I crash here?” her voice is a whispered wish, sleeping dragging her down deeper into the covers. As if I’d kick her out. What kind of men is she used to?
“Yeah, of course,” I answer her, pulling the covers around us both. I’m rewarded with a small smile on her gorgeous face and a hum of satisfaction as she scoots closer to me. Apparently, she’s a cuddler. A piece of me is more than satisfied with that side of her and the feel of her against me and the easy way she lets me hold her.
Her body molds to mine, her soft curves not leaving an inch of space between us in the bed. The bed protests with a groan at every small movement we make. The dim light that slips through the blinds, provided only by the street lights, lays against her soft skin, and begs me to kiss her again. Right there in the crook of her neck, just to see if she’ll shiver again at my touch. If it wasn’t for her steady breathing and the angelic look on her face as she sleeps, I’d wake her again and take her again. There’s something about her that’s addictive. Something that calls to a deeper side of me, telling me she needs it just as much as I do.
Lying beside the messy halo of her blonde locks, with the floral and fragrant, I drift off. Sleeping beside her lures me to sweet dreams of her soft moans as I take her again and again; I sleep better than I have in months.
Brody
I’m not prepared to wake up alone. Finding her side of the bed long gone and cold is a bit of a surprise to say the least. I want her again. I dreamed of the sounds she’d make early in the morning. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her. Fuck, I can’t wait to hear her cry out as her nails scraped down my back. There’s no better way to start a morning than a good hard fuck. But the house is empty.
She didn’t even leave me a note, my wild Rose.
That realization makes me laugh as I shake my head and pour myself a cup of coffee. She must’ve left before the sun was even up. I remember her asking if she could stay last night and I wonder if she’s been kicked out before and didn’t want to go through that again.
That’s the first sign of unease I feel, but I shake it off, feeling confident that I’ll see her again at the bar tonight.
It was a wild night and missing her only makes me want her more. Just like the red dress at the bar, she knew what she was doing. Playing hard to get.
* * *
I thought she was toying with me. I was so damn certain I’d see her again.
I only went to that bar to look for her. I only stayed in that town an extra week, waiting for her. Every day that passed, the disappointment grew deeper. I decided one day we’d meet again, and I’d make her ass pay for not saying good bye. I got a lot wrong in my life, but I’ve never been so grateful that I was right about running into Rose again. Even if it was four years later, in another town.
Even if she’d kept something from me that changed everything.
* * *
I thought I had life all figured out… and then she kissed me.
Tequila Rose
He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose.