Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I worked my tongue over her nipples, going back and forth. She was rocking back and forth on my cock more frantically now. I grunted in encouragement, too busy to talk.
Then my fingers snuck down between her thighs and found her button. She started making those sweet sounds she made right before she came. This time she orgasmed almost immediately.
"Clint! Oh Clint!"
The sound of my name on her lips was more than I could take. She was starting to come as I flipped her over, driving into her until I was fully embedded.
"Pheonyx! Sweet lord!"
Her walls undulated against me as she started to come again. I wrapped her thighs around me and went to town. I lost all control, not going slow and soft like I'd planned.
Hell no. I was riding hell for leather.
Pheonyx was saying my name over and over again, heavily interspersed with the words 'yes' and 'oh yes' and 'oh yes harder please.'
She and I were of a like mind in that regard. I pounded into her the last few strokes, unable to help myself. She screamed like a wild thing as she came, her body trapping me in a tight grip. I shook like a hurricane as my balls pumped load after load into the condom.
I hated that condom in that moment. Every cell in my body wanted to be inside her, skin to skin. Every instinct I had told me to make a baby with this beautiful woman.
To tie her down.
To keep her.
For life.
"Christ woman! Ahhhhh!"
I spent myself and bent forward, curving my back over her quivering flesh. She was still coming so I stayed put, still hard, not letting her finish. I nipped her neck and used my finger to strum her slit for a few minutes. She screamed again, thrashing beneath me.
I groaned as she milked my cock for everything I had. I felt like I could come again. Just like that.
Pheonyx Delancey had made me hard again.
Pheonyx
"Come on babygirl, let's hose you down."
I giggled as Clint carried me into the bathroom. I'd had it done up all girly before I even moved in. A girl needed her glamor space after all.
Now, I was even happier that I'd done it.
The huge walk-in shower had room for two. It even had a bench. I wondered what kind of trouble we could get up to in there…
Then there was the tub. The huge soaking tub might be tight for the two of us, but I was sure we could make do.
Clint lowered me gently to the ground. He turned on the shower with one hand, using the other to hold me against him. He checked the temperature and grinned at me, guiding me under the warm water.
I stood in his arms as the warm water washed over us. He murmured to me, asking if I wanted it hotter or cooler, adjusting the temp, kissing me.
All I wanted to do was touch him. The hard planes of his stomach, his muscular arms, his chest. I kissed the skin there shyly and he chuckled. He was pleased with me, I could tell.
That had never mattered to me before, with anyone. I'd grown up doing whatever struck my fancy, whenever the urge struck. I'd never thought of myself as spoiled, but maybe I had been a little bit coddled.
More than a little bit.
After my daddy died, it seemed like everyone wanted to bend over backwards to help me. My cousins were there to take me riding and on wild adventures. My mama prided herself on always having fresh baked goodies and homemade lemonade at the ready. I'd never so much as warmed up a bowl of soup until I moved out on my own.
Pleasing someone else had never been a top priority.
But I wanted to please Clint.
I sighed as he lathered up his hands and ran them over my body. I leaned against him as he washed my breasts, stopping to play with the nipples. I felt his hardness against me as he washed my back and sides. Then he slid his hands over my ass.
I giggled as he knelt and sat me down on the bench, washing each leg, all the way down to my toes. He kissed my foot and worked his way back up my leg, biting my inner thigh.
"Clint… come closer…"
He stepped back, wagging his finger at me.
"Uh uh honey. You are going to be sore enough."
"Let me kiss you then."
He stared at me, his breath suddenly uneven.
"I think that's advanced level stuff, Phee."
"You don't think I can do it?"
"No darlin'. I think it's going to make me lose control. I told you, I don't want to hurt you. You have to ride tomorrow, remember?"
I chewed my lip and ran my fingers up his thighs.
"Come here. Let me try. We don't have to do anything else."