Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Sorry... I just... I just wanted to say thank you,” I get out over the sudden burst of emotions I’m feeling.
“It’s just Brie and dinner, baby,” he says quietly.
“It’s not,” I reply firmly but just as quietly. “My parents never cared if I ate or if I slept. They didn’t care if I had a nightmare or even if I brushed my teeth.” I shake my head. “Not that you care about that.”
“I care about everything having to do with you and your well-being.”
“Yes.” My eyes close once more. I’m falling in love with him. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” I admit without thinking if I should keep my mouth shut or if it’s too soon to admit something like that to him.
“Then we’re on the same page.” His response is immediate and my heart rate increases. “I hate to end this conversation, but my partner’s waiting for me, so we’ll talk when I get home later. Okay?”
“Of course,” I agree as more contentment fills me. “Be safe.”
“I always am. Now I just got another reason to do that. Enjoy your dinner and time with Brie.”
“I will.”
“Later, babe.”
“Later, Cobi.” I hang up and go back to the kitchen, where Brie is sipping on her drink while pulling dinner from the bag.
“Everything okay?” she asks when she sees me stop at the edge of the kitchen.
“Perfect.” I smile, and she stares at me for a moment, studying my face before she grins.
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“Don’t stop,” I whimper to Cobi as he fucks me from behind, doing it hard, so hard the bed is shaking with the force, and it’s difficult to stay on my hands planted against the mattress.
“I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” he growls, holding tightly to my hips. “Fuck, you feel good.” One palm roams over the cheek of my ass then squeezes.
The sensation of his hand on my ass makes me press back into him, a silent urge. I don’t know exactly what I want; I just know I want more.
His large palm stills then moves again and lifts away. I almost cry out in aggravation, but instead moan when his hand comes down hard with a heavy smack.
The sting from his palm sends a pulse right to my clit, and my pussy convulses around his length. “Yesss,” I hiss, my head flying back along with my hair.
“Jesus.” He smacks my ass harder than before, and I come instantly, my arms sliding out in front of me, no longer able to hold my weight up. With my ass in the air, he rides me through my orgasm, his tempo steady and his thrust hard. When my pussy stops pulsing, he pulls me up until I’m on my knees in front of him, one of his arms wrapping around my waist under my breasts and his other hand grabbing mine, lacing our fingers together and sliding them down my stomach. When our fingers roll over my clit, my head falls back to his shoulder and my eyes close.
“Turn your head and give me your mouth, baby,” he orders gruffly while he plants himself deep inside me. I tip my head toward him and his mouth opens over mine. When his tongue slips between my lips, I open wider for him to take more. He starts moving his hips again and our fingers between my legs move faster. I know I’m going to come, and I know I won’t be able to stop myself from coming with him when he starts to grow even bigger. His pace increases and his breathing turns ragged against my mouth.
“Cobi,” I pant when I feel it coming over me, bigger than even before.
“Let go, Hadley baby. Let go.” He nips my bottom lip, and I fall over the edge on a gasp. He thrusts three more times before locking his hips against mine, coming deep inside me. I close my eyes and soak in every detail, our chests heaving in unison, his heart beating hard against my back, our bodies slick with sweat, the smell of sex in the air. “Nothing better than being in you, nothing better than being with you, but really fucking nothing better than you getting off on me smacking your ass and you coming on my cock.”
I know my face is red when he’s finished speaking, and I turn my face into his neck to hide. When his chest starts to shake, I peek up at him to confirm my suspicion that he’s laughing.
“I’m not sure I think this is as funny as you do.” I frown at him and his face softens.
“I don’t think anything we did is funny, baby. I think it’s funny that you’re open to me, open to anything I want to do when I’m deep inside you and you’re in the moment, but the minute I talk about it, you turn an adorable shade of red.”