Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I look at him, and he goes to sit in the middle chair in the front and turns on the television. He looks over at me. “Eight seasons.”
I walk and sit next to him in the big chair, curling my feet under me. “No idea. Let’s start with the first show and work from there.” He leans over and kisses me, and my hand comes up and holds his face.
“If you want, the chair turns into a bed,” he tells me, leaning his own chair back, and I suddenly want to lie next to him. I nod, and then he is the one who says something. “Come lie with me.”
“I’m right here,” I tell him, trying to show him that I don’t really want to lie with him. He holds his hand out and grabs mine, pulling me over the armrest in the middle. He moves over to the edge, and I lie on my side next to him, and it’s a perfect fit.
“See, a perfect fit.” I lay my head on his arm, and he presses play. The surround sound comes on, and the screen fills with Jon Hamm. I try to keep my eyes open, but as the time goes on, I slowly rest them longer and longer until I feel myself being lifted. “Shh,” Markos whispers, and I’m gently placed on the bed.
“What time is it?” I mumble, thinking I really need to get going.
“Midnight,” he says and then gets into bed next to me. “We fell asleep.”
“I’m going to go,” I tell him, getting up, and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Shh,” he says, and I lay my head on the soft pillow, my head sinking in. “Night,” he says, and I turn to see that his eyes are closed. I’m going to wait until he’s sleeping and then slip out. That was the plan. I tried twice, and each time, he just tightened his grip around me when I moved. My plan got aborted after the second time when I gave in and closed my eyes.
“Hmm.” I hear humming, and then I feel a tongue, and my dream suddenly gets better. The warm, wet tongue is licking me. “Fuck.” I hear him hiss out and slowly open my eyes and look down at him licking me. I watch him take his hand and open my lips to find my clit and stick his tongue out to flick it. I look down to see I’m still wearing the robe, except it’s now loosely tied around my waist. One breast is out, and I feel a wind on it, so I know he licked it. He stops licking me and gets on his knees, and I watch him. I’m not sure if he knows I’m awake yet. The sun gives the room a little light. His teeth rip open the condom wrapper, and he sheaths himself, and I open my legs wider when he crawls closer to me. His eyes meet mine. “Morning,” he says right before he slides into me. He lowers himself onto me and buries his head into my neck. My legs wrap around his waist, and he places his hands by my head. One of my hands wraps around his shoulder while the other holds his head. “Woke up,” he says between soft thrusts. “The sheet was off you,” he pants, picking up the speed of his thrust. “One breast was out.” I close my eyes. “Asking me to suck it.” He kisses my neck. “Then you opened your legs.” His thrusts get short when he pulls out and slams back home. “I was just going to lick it once.” My hips shift a bit to get him deeper. “I lied,” he says, burying himself all the way in and rotating his hips to give my clit some friction.
“So tight,” he says, and then he starts moving again. I slip my hand between us, rubbing my clit. “Help me, baby,” he says softly. “Help me make you come.” It’s all I needed, and I’m pushed over the edge. His palms hold him up, and I look down, watching him fuck me, and just like that, I go off again, and this time, he joins me. I feel his cock get bigger and bigger in me, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and then I feel him come. He collapses on the side and pulls me with him. His cock still in me. “Morning,” he says softly, his voice thick.
“Morning,” I say and kiss his neck, his arms wrapping around me. “That was one hell of a wake-up call.”
“Hmm,” he mumbles. I move my leg, and he slips out of me, his cock still semi-hard. I get out of bed, the sash around the robe falling open. I walk to the bathroom and clean myself, then bring a wet cloth with me to the bed. His cock now without the condom, and I look over at the side table, seeing he discarded it. He holds out his hand for the cloth, and I hand it to him.