Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
I gurgled the saliva and precum in my mouth as an answer, gathering my breasts in my hands and using them to massage his balls with a small nod. I writhed, empty and desperate for my own release, grinding against the flat surface of his mattress.
Please. Please help me. I need this. I need to come.
“I got you, Dot.” He grabbed me by the ankles, scooting me closer so my face was in his crotch, still sucking him off, while he grabbed one of my ass cheeks in one hand and slipped his index and middle finger into my pussy with the other, and fit a pinky into my tight hole. He began playing with me, the slurping sounds my body made filling the room. A spasm volleyed through me, and I cried out, choking on my own saliva and his cock, stars twinkling underneath my eyelids as ripple after ripple of an orgasm washed through me. What was happening? Since when was I a sexually liberated woman who loved to suck cock and get her ass fingered? What was this man doing to me?
“Gonna come now, baby,” Row said huskily, wrapping my hair around his fist and tilting my head up to pull me off him.
I stayed glued to his dick, nodding my head. “Go for it.”
“You mean…?”
I nodded, not ready to part ways with his cock.
He grunted. “Shit, I knew you were perfect. Perfect.” He thrust into my mouth. “Perfect.”
With this praise, he came undone. A flood of hot, thick cum rushed into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, closing my eyes with his hand clasping the back of my head, his entire body shuddering. When the trembling subsided, I looked up at him.
“Row?”
“Yes, Dot?”
“Your dick is covered in my lip gloss.”
He sat up straight, this smooth, large Adonis of a man. He looked down at his cock—still half-hard—and the pink, glittery smears around it, and smiled. “I think I might skip my shower today.”
“Bad idea. Here.” I rolled his sweatpants back on, tucking my lip gloss into his waistband. “Just put some on your dick instead of lube next time you feel horny.”
His hand clasped mine before I could remove it from his waistband. “Next time I feel horny, I know who to call.”
Calm your tits, and the organ beating wildly behind them, Cal. You cannot afford to fall in love. Last time you opened up to Franco, he detonated your life.
“So.” I licked my lips. “Now that we’re done with third base, I guess it’s time for…” I trailed off, raising my eyebrows meaningfully.
“Our morning jog,” he finished for me, jerking his head sideways, to the clock. “Almost seven. Better hurry up.”
“I was thinking about doing a different kind of cardio.” I cleared my throat.
“I’ve been thinking about that kind of cardio with you since I learned my dick is good for more than just peeing. Are you sure you’re ready, though?”
I loved that he asked. Loved that he was considerate and, at the same time, still treated me like a sex kitten and not some fragile, little ditzy girl while we were intimate. “I’m ready,” I said.
He grabbed the back of my neck, tugging me forward to plant a kiss on my lips. “Now let’s fuck the attitude you gave me this past month out of you. Be a good girl and go bend—”
A rap on the door cut him off.
Noooooooooooooo.
“Casablancas!” Gertie’s voice screeched. “Cleaning’s in ten minutes. You better get your ass outta there by then, or you’ll have to wait until after the weekend.”
“Did you not see the Do Not Disturb sign on my door?” he called out, tucking me under his arm protectively, like she had caught us. Such a stark difference from how Franco had treated me. My heart crumbled like a cookie.
“Sure did,” she confirmed. “Ruining your day is my only source of joy these days, seeing as your little deal is about to run me out of business. Eight minutes now.”
There was a thump, indicating the woman had left. Row and I looked at each other for a beat. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ll last more than ten seconds once I’m inside you, but preferably, I’d like more than eight minutes to make sure you come too.”
“Fine, we’ll jog.” I pouted.
He kissed my puckered lips. “That’s my girl.”
CAL
“Desert Rose”—Sting
Since I didn’t have any running gear, we made a pit stop at my house.
Mamushka was drinking her morning tea at the kitchen table, mindlessly flipping through a newspaper and humming to herself.
“Hello, Ambrose, how are your knuckles doing?” She grinned behind the rim of her mug as soon as we walked in, not bothering to raise her gaze from the paper.
“Better than Kieran’s nose, I hear.” Row leaned down to kiss the crown of her head. “Good morning, Mrs. Litvin.”
“It certainly seems to be, at least for you two.”