Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I hit him with a bone-jarring thud, but he didn’t seem fazed in the least.
One second, I was trying to figure out how I ended up on the floor and the next he was rolling us over and surging inside of me until I was filled so completely that I wasn’t sure where he began and I ended.
My pussy burned at his rather abrupt invasion, but before I could take stock of the pain I felt, he moved out of me and filled me back up just as quickly.
I skidded across the kitchen tile with his thrusts, vaguely aware that I’d likely have scrapes on my back due to the intensity of his movements.
But before the next thrust came, he curled his arm up and around my back, his hand going to my shoulder to hold me in place while he pushed into me again.
This time, I went nowhere.
This time, he filled me deeper.
This time, I realized that Tyler’s dick was the best thing to ever happen to me.
I keened as I tried to find the strength to fight the orgasm that I could already feel rising up inside of me.
But it was no use.
With Tyler’s skilled moves, his mouth that was sucking lightly at the base of my neck and the way I could feel his pubic hair rasping against my clit? I was a goner before I even began.
My orgasm exploded through me and I mentally left my body as intense sparks of pleasure lit my every nerve ending.
He groaned right along with me and it was only when I felt him jerking against me and his release filling me up, that I realized he hadn’t been able to fight the pull either.
After the last twitch of his left his body and my pussy settled down, he broke the silence.
“This is the last time,” he murmured into the stillness. “We’re not doing this again.”
I would’ve laughed if I had the strength to lift my head, let alone inflate my lungs and expel air.
It was hard enough to draw the labored breaths that were all I was capable of at that moment.
Laughing or commenting wasn’t going to happen.
Not yet, anyway.
I really needed to up my workout game.
Jesus, it’d be embarrassing had Tyler’s chest not been rising and falling just like mine.
“And the dog needs a name,” Tyler said between strained breaths.
I moaned something incoherent.
“Was that a ‘yes’ he needs a name, or a ‘yes, I already named him’ moan? Because my brain’s not firing on all cylinders at the moment,” Tyler explained.
I snorted and then rolled, very aware of the wetness that was between my legs again.
It made my legs shift just to feel the slickness there.
“I don’t have a name for him yet,” I admitted. “But, if you’re expecting me to come up with it, it might be a while. I have a terrible time naming things. It took me a month and a half to name all my caterpillars and by the time they all had names, the names didn’t suit them anymore because they were butterflies.”
Tyler snorted and lifted himself up from the floor and away from me.
I watched him go, licking my lips at the sight of his tight ass that I was hopelessly enamored with.
He had tattoos on his back, too.
There wasn’t an inch of skin on his back, either, that was free of ink.
Tendrils, swirls and jagged lines extended past his waistline, into what would be his pants had he been wearing any.
“Why is your ass just as tan as the rest of you?” I questioned. “Do you tan naked in your backyard or something?”
He grinned.
“Actually,” he said. “I do yoga in my backyard naked. Hence the security system. But…that’s my natural skin tone. It gets a little darker during the summer, and lightens up in the winter without sun exposure.”
“You do yoga naked,” I repeated, dumbfounded.
He grinned. “Yeah.”
Then he disappeared into the hallway and I vowed right then and there that I would be coming to see this naked yoga, even if I had to trespass to do it.
Chapter 10
I’ve got 99 problems and being hungry late at night is about 55 of them.
-Tyler to Reagan
Tyler
I watched her from across the crowded room.
It was the day after I’d fucked her for the second time and I was beginning to think that I couldn’t do this much longer.
I thought I could stay away.
I thought that, if I just got her out of my system, that I could move on. That the obsession that I had with her would dissipate.
I was wrong. I couldn’t move on and the obsession didn’t wane like I wanted it to.
How did I come to this conclusion?
Because at that moment, I was busy watching some man approach her from across the crowded bar and I wanted nothing more than to rush over there, pull her into my chest and yell for all to hear that she was mine.