Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Take it.
It was the hottest fucking thing when he got all no-nonsense and impatient. He deemed he didn’t even have the time to get out of the shower and grab the oil from the cabinet. He just had to fuck me right now. He gripped my hip with one hand and guided his cock between my ass cheeks, and then he was forcing himself inside.
“There we go,” he grunted. “You went and got me all desperate too.”
I clung to him. I arched my back, hooked an arm around his neck from behind, and pushed against his thick cock. Fuck, that hurt just right. And he gave as much as he took. His hands roamed my front in comforting, provocative strokes as we made out.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured. “All delicious and tight.”
“Your perfect boy,” I moaned.
“Yeah—fuck, my perfect boy.” He kissed me harder, hungrier, and picked up the pace. “This is fucking it, Roe. You’re all mine now. This is your home. You belong with me.”
“Always.”
It hit me that tonight was cathartic for him as well. We’d both waited for so long.
I’d once been slow as hell to move out of the house we’d shared four doors down from here. I’d needed weeks, months. So it made perfect sense that moving back in together was a split-second decision and finalized in minutes. I’d come back, and this time, I wasn’t leaving.
I took over stroking my cock so he could fuck me like he was on a mission, and he didn’t waste a second. With a tight grip on my hips, he fucked me hard and deep, and the friction was so goddamn addictive. Less lube—or no lube at all, at least in the shower—was evidently the way to go.
He pulled me back from the wall and flattened his hand along my spine, a silent demand for me to bend over. My noises got out of control. I moaned loudly and met his thrusts, wanting that slapping sound to echo around us.
“Can’t get enough of this ass.” He squeezed one of my cheeks roughly and smacked it.
“Hnnghh.”
I was such a bottom whore for him. Fucking zero desire to top anymore. He’d admitted to wanting to try bottoming sometime, because he “felt he should,” but I loved that he was a top to his core. Whatever he wanted to explore in the future, I was down. Absolutely. Sign me up. But we’d found our sexual identities in each other, no doubt.
When he smacked my ass again, the burn he ignited shoved me so close to the edge.
I started panting.
His groans mingled with mine.
He bent at the knees just a bit, and that angle pushed him even deeper. The onslaught of excitement almost shocked my system, and I lost the battle before it’d even started.
Oh fuck, oh God, oh hell. “Now,” I moaned, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Now, baby, now. Oh my God.” I squeezed my eyes shut, and the pleasure just exploded around us. He drilled his cock in and out of me, his pelvis slapping against my ass, and I stroked myself as rope after rope of come shot from my cock.
Holy fuckin’…
He rocked into me and let out a long groan.
And we were supposed to assemble a damn bed now?
Fat chance.
Saturday after Thanksgiving, Jake and I were ready. Nikki was dropping off the kids in a few minutes, and I was picking up my own in a couple hours. Kathryn and Sandra had to be exhausted. They’d actually taken the kids out shopping all of yesterday. On Black Friday. I wouldn’t do that if someone paid me.
Jake and I had spent the holiday eating, working out, and adding finishing touches to the children’s rooms. Colin and Casper had a bunk bed. Their own desks too. I’d brought stuff over from Sandra’s place, and then I’d bought the rest. Clothes were shopped for online. We’d done a Costco run for diapers and wipes. We’d really only been apart when I’d had to grab more shit from the condo.
Sandra had told me to grow up and get my own place. Having roommates when you were over thirty was apparently not okay. I’d left it alone. She’d get it eventually.
“Baby, where did you put the macadamia cookies?” I hollered, opening the cupboards. I was hungry. The plan was to show the kids their new living arrangements, and then we were gonna throw burgers on the grill.
“The cabinet over the fridge!” he called back. “I had to move the snacks. Bear’s getting tall.”
I chuckled. Boy, was he. He had a major sweet tooth too, so I could see the problem with easy-to-reach snacks.
I was itching to see his reaction to us moving in. We knew he’d be thrilled; otherwise, we wouldn’t have gone full speed ahead to make all those changes in his room.