Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“D’Artagnan.”
Fuck, my name on her lips has the potential to undo me.
I slide two fingers into her wetness and capture her mouth as I start to pound her sweet pussy. She cries into my mouth, arching her hip into my hand so that my thumb comes down on her nub each time. I’m crazy for her, and I go faster, harder, as I get lost in watching myself fuck her with my hand.
“Be a good girl, Tennie. Tell me when you’re almost there.”
She only groans, her back arching off the tile as she meets my gaze. Her body shakes against mine, and I see the heat creep up her neck and along her chest. I bend forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth as my cock throbs for her. I then suck on the other one before I kiss and lick her chest, her moans urging me on. I bury my face between her shoulder and suck her neck, just wanting to taste her. I rake my teeth over her, and she shrieks in the most erotic way.
“I’m almost there. Please, please, D’Artagnan.”
I kiss her neck as my hand stills, and I slowly free it from the vise grip her pussy has on it. I guide myself into her and then stop. “Fuck, I didn’t plan this well.”
“Ugh.”
“My bad. Play with yourself,” I say, and she laughs as I run naked and wet to where I left the condoms. I look back at her, and she’s watching me, her eyes dark. I can see all the spots I’ve touched on her. Red marks along her neck, her chest, and hips. Fuck, it does something to my heart as I quickly open the condom. “I thought I told you to play with yourself.”
She shakes her head. “I want to come on your cock, Dart.”
“Touché,” I say as I sheathe myself and head back toward her. I bend down, capturing her lips with mine as I lift her up by the backs of her knees against the slick tile. Once I have her in place, I guide myself into her and groan as I fill her. Her nails bite into my shoulders, as do her heels into the backs of my thighs, and she throbs around my cock. Gone is any control. I thrust into her feverishly, and I still can’t get enough. Her moans and mine mingle in a way I never want to forget. I never want to stop, but when she comes, shaking against me, my release comes next, racing through me and fulfilling me, but also…leaving me feeling empty.
Because this is the last time.
I drop my face into the spot between her shoulder and her neck and inhale deeply. She smells like me and like sex and more. I don’t want to forget this scent. Ever. I kiss her neck and then her jaw before exhaling against her flushed skin. She runs her hands up my back, along my shoulders, and down the backs of my arms. She moves her lips to my ear and whispers, “I’ll never forget you.”
Emotion slaps me in the face as I hold her tighter, kissing her jaw. I don’t know what to say, and that overwhelms me. I kiss her bottom lip as our eyes meet. “I couldn’t forget you if I tried.”
And that’s the fucking truth.
We shower in silence, stolen kisses here and there. We brush our teeth together, and while she fusses with her hair, I wash my face. It’s easy and feels normal to me. As she moves out of the bathroom to get dressed, that’s when it hits me. This is almost over. I walk out and follow suit. I pull on my dark-blue shorts with a thin white tee before packing up my suit that I had thrown to the side with no cares last night. I gather my things, or at least, I act like I am so that she doesn’t know I can’t stay still.
If I do, I’ll start thinking. And when I start thinking, I’ll beg her to come home with me.
I swallow hard as I sit on the edge of the bed and look over at where she’s sitting in front of her bag. She’s wearing the flirtiest little green summer dress. It has thin straps and dips wonderfully so that I can see the tops of those gorgeous tits. Her hair is back in a sleek ponytail, and on her feet are a pair of flip-flops that show off her cute orange-painted toes. She folds her clothes from the night before, and when she reaches into the pocket of her shorts, she holds up the envelope with her room key in it.
“I did have the right room number, just the wrong key,” she laughs, and I shrug.
“Eh, I think you had the right key and the right room.” We share a smile that warms me everywhere. I have a lump in my throat as I ask, “So, you have a family brunch?”