Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
My briefs dampen. I’m leaking.
I’m in love.
Then I’m kissing her, and she’s unbuttoning my shirt while I unbutton her jeans. I use the bulk of my body to start backing her toward the bed, my thoughts ringing with disbelief that this is actually happening.
Sally is about to be in my bed.
I get to have her all night. All morning.
I get to love her the way I’ve always wanted to love her.
I’m rock hard between my legs, but there’s this achy tenderness in my chest as I help Sally out of her jeans and panties. The contrast is a mindfuck.
It makes me feel wild, a little shaky even.
Ordinarily, I’d shut this shit down. Bury these feelings and fuck this girl like the mindless animal I am.
Only with Sally, I’m able to be a whole human being. I can be the flirt, the good friend, and an even better boyfriend, but I can also be the man who’s grieving. Who’s hurt. The man who wants to do the right thing, but doesn’t know how.
It’s liberating. I don’t have to hold back or hide because I know Sally isn’t going anywhere.
She’s staying. For tonight at least.
In the light of the fire she looks like a goddess, all curves and flawless skin.
I curse when I see that she’s shaved her pussy again. She looks so small there, so vulnerable.
I can already taste her on my lips.
Shouldering out of my shirt, I nod at the bed. “Lie down.”
Sally does as I told her. I catch a tantalizing glimpse of her slit as she climbs into bed, settling herself against the pillows.
“This is really comfortable, Wyatt. Wow.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
I don’t tell her I paid a fortune to have a new mattress, bed frame, and bedding rush-delivered this week. She’ll find out eventually.
She’ll know I’m crazy in love with her and I would do anything to keep her safe and happy and comfortable eventually. Only the best for my girl.
I shuck off my jeans and briefs, and Sally’s eyes dart to my cock.
“You’re huge.” Her voice is hoarse. “I mean, I thought you were huge before, but now that I’m picturing it inside me…”
“You worried? I have lube if you think we need it.”
Her eyes move up to meet mine. Then she slowly—slowly—lets her legs fall apart on the mattress, rumpling the covers underneath her thighs. “You tell me.”
Fu-uck.
This confidence. This dare. It has me taking my dick in my hand and giving myself a hard, almost angry pull as I devour her pussy with my gaze.
She’s spread wide, allowing me to devour every inch of her from her swollen clit to the dark pucker of her ass. My blood jumps when I see how she fucking glistens with arousal.
“Show me,” I grunt, giving myself another tug. “I want you to touch yourself and show me how wet you are for me.”
Her eyes flicker. I watch, pulse going haywire, as she reaches between her legs. She hisses when she runs her first two fingers over her clit, her tits pushing out on a sharp inhale as she circles her fingers.
“Jesus, I can hear how wet you are.”
Sally’s mouth falls open. “I am. For you. I want you here, Wyatt.”
I’m three seconds from coming in my hand. Takes every ounce of self-control not to pump myself again. “Move your fingers lower. Show me exactly where you want me.”
Oh Christ, she’s doing it. Those fingers head lower. One dips inside her, and she rolls her hips, hungry for more.
“Here.” Her teeth come down on her bottom lip.
She thrusts her finger easily in and out. She’s slippery, so wet and hot and soft I really can hear it.
My God, I did turn her on.
Who knew the truth was such an aphrodisiac?
I have to grit my teeth as I watch Sally fuck herself with her finger. One of her hands finds her breast, and she plays with her nipple and rides her hand. In my bed. Eyes on my cock.
Eyes on my eyes.
I step forward so my thighs meet with the mattress. “Anything I gotta know?”
She pulls her brows together. “About—”
“I want you to take that”—I nod at her arousal before squeezing my leaking tip—“and put it here. Unless you think that’s a bad idea.”
“Oh.” She blinks as she realizes what I’m asking, a small smile breaking out on her face. “Oh, wow, okay. I had my annual appointment recently. I’m good.”
“I’m good too. As luck would have it, I got tested two weeks back.” My balls are screaming. “You on birth control?”
“I have an IUD, yes.”
“You gonna let me do what I want, then?”
A softness comes over her expression. “What do you want?”
“Everything.”
She runs her tongue along the inside of her top lip. “I want that too.”
“I got condoms. You wanna use ’em—”
“I trust you.”
Bless.
I somehow manage to bite out the words, “Get your fingers wet. Really wet, Sunshine. Yes, just like that.” I hold out my dick. “Now get me wet too.”