Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I merely giggle, and crack one eye to look at him over my shoulder.
“Unexpected? That’s one way of putting it,” I mewl in an amused tone. But then I do something so dirty that even I’m surprised. I reach one hand between my legs and gently grasp his ball sack, squeezing the soft orbs and milking them to get the last drops of seed out. He groans, dropping his forehead to my sweaty shoulder.
“What are you doing to me?” he says hoarsely as the last spurts of hot seed jet into my bottom. “You minx.”
“It just felt so good, Mr. Crenshaw,” I murmur throatily. “I want to get all of your semen, that’s all. And I want more too, if that’s what you want.”
That does it. A light flares in those intense blue eyes, and suddenly, I know I’ll be enjoying my weekend at the cabin after all.
6
Kurt
The next morning, I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit with a ten-ton pile of bricks. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a bone-deep, satisfying type of fatigue, and it only comes from a heavy night of hot sex. Sure enough, there’s a weight in my arms and when I open my eyes, Janelle is lying there, beautiful beyond compare.
She looks so peaceful asleep. Her lush pink lips are parted slightly as she breathes, and her big bosom rises and falls peacefully, creamy with pink tips that I suckled for a good part of last night. I almost feel bad for touching her because this woman is gorgeous enough to qualify as a work of art--the prettiest portrait ever painted, and one that should be kept safe in a museum, only for viewing and never for touching. But then, I grin. I’m a red-blooded American male, and hell, I loved taking her every which way until Sunday. I’m not ashamed to admit it either because with the way she was screaming and crying out, Janelle got the ride of her life.
Plus, I know for a fact that the curvy brunette’s not innocent by any means. Sure, she might have the face of a Madonna and the body of a Botticelli, but the things we did in bed together? The words dirty, nasty, and filthy don’t even begin to cover it.
I stare at her some more like a stalker, trying to memorize every little detail of her features from that tip-tilted nose to the plush curve of her cupid’s bow, but soon enough, she begins stirring. The sweet girl takes a deep breath, lets out a sigh, and then emits a quiet noise that can only be described as a sleepy whine before stretching out a little.
Her eyes flutter open slowly, and when they do, I can’t help but smile as the beautiful orbs grow larger upon seeing me.
“Hi sweetheart,” I murmur. “Good morning.”
Her pupils widen as her breathing increases, but then she takes a deep breath.
“Mm, good morning Mr. Crenshaw,” she murmurs, trying not to show her surprise. Then, Janelle winces slightly, and I chuckle. She must be feeling just as sore as I am right now, or even more, given the positions I had her in.
“I’m guessing you won’t be able to walk straight for a little while,” I tease, smirking when she flips me off before wincing again.
“Oof!” she remarks, finally able to stand. “What’s a girl supposed to do when she has to pee around here?”
I merely chuckle again, licking my lips while running my eyes all over that perfect, nude body. Shit, her tits are huge and that ass enormous too. Her thighs ripple as she twists around, brown curls reaching just past her shoulders, and like an asshole, I can’t keep my hands off her. I reach forward, and lift one butt cheek with a big hand so that I can see her holes. Sure enough, her bottom is red and ravaged from use, and her pussy doesn’t look much better.
“You’re a little swollen,” I growl before leaning to kiss and lick each one. “But you’ll be fine. You’re young, and I promise to keep my hands off you for about … twenty minutes or so.”
“Twenty minutes?” she squeals in mock outrage. “It’s more like I need two days of rest after taking your cock.”
“It’s big, isn’t it?” I smirk.
“Oh you!” Janelle laughs before limping over to the bathroom. “Keep your hands off me while I pee!” she threatens over her shoulder. “A girl’s got to do her business!”
I lie back in bed with my arms behind my head, the picture of supreme male satisfaction. Hell, I have a lot planned for this sweet girl, but when Janelle exits, she makes a dash for the living room.
“Where are you?” I call.
Janelle hops back in, one leg already in her jeans, and my brows furrow in confusion.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”