Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“Jameson.” Her voice is muffled. Her cunt clamps down tightly on my fingers, and I pull away from sucking on her clit. Instead, I lick at it in slow figures eights, drawing out the orgasm she’s barreling toward. My hand not fingering her pussy is still clamped on her hip, holding her in place, and with our gaze locked on one another, it happens. Kody’s eyes close, her body shutters, fingers tensing in my hair, and she comes unfuckingdone. She’s pure and raw beauty. There’s no way one taste would have ever been enough. I should have known that the first time I watched her walk across the room, the first time she ignored me and my bullshit, and the first time she put me in my damn place. Kody Goodwin is going to be mine in every way imaginable. Now I just have to make sure I never screw up again.
As her body comes down from her orgasm, I wipe my cheeks on the inside of her thighs, leaving a different kind of mark on her with my beard abrading her soft and sensitive skin. I love the way it looks, wishing I had my phone handy to add another picture to my collection of Kody.
“Jameson, you are not at all what I expected.” The rasp in her tone is doing nothing for my hard cock.
“The same could be said for yourself.” The clock is not on my side. “I’d like to continue, and we will, tonight. Now let’s get you back in your clothes before we have to explain the birds and the bees to Josephine at an entirely too young age.” Kody’s body is still recovering, so I help her step into the leg of her pants. It has me reconsidering going to work at all today. Once she’s back together, I stand up, holding her in place one last time and lightly grazing her lips. “I’m going to get ready for work. The coffee pot is on. Your creamer is in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever.” She doesn’t respond verbally; instead, she nods in understanding. Her face is flush. The orgasm I gave her was a doozy. I leave her where she is and do what needs to be done in order to get back to her faster.
22
KODY
I barely pulled myself together from the mind-altering orgasm Jameson doled out like it was no big deal. This time, his foot wasn’t inserted into his mouth, and I didn’t let my mind wander in a negative direction. He left me to get ready for work. And I was ready to follow him. The need to give him some relief after getting mine didn’t stem from the feeling like I owed him. There’s a deep-seated desire to watch Jameson come undone. The always-in-control single dad, who has no problem getting on his knees for me, well, I wanted to return it, and I’m going to. The second I get a chance this evening when he gets home. Jameson came back to the living room after I finally pulled myself together and made a cup of coffee for myself and a travel mug for him. Then he left me with a kiss that had me gripping his shirt so tightly it left wrinkles in the fabric. There was no walking him out to his work truck. He told me he didn’t want me out in the cool air, and there was no way he’d leave if I followed. Instead, I walked him to the front door, where he left me with a soft kiss, nipping at my lip for good measure, and then he was out the door.
“Kody, you here!” I’m now on my second cup of coffee. Jameson has been gone for close to an hour, and I wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing besides sit on my butt.
“Hey, JoJo, I am. Did you sleep well?” While she was sleeping, I got breakfast going—a burrito of sorts of eggs, cheese, and bacon wrapped up in a tortilla, and then wrapped in foil to keep warm. We’ve got big plans today. I’d like to hit up the craft store and grocery store before nap time comes around.
“Da best! Daddy read me.” She holds up her fingers and proceeds to count, “One, two, tree books!” Her ringlet type curls are every which way, the side of her face has lines from the sheets, and Josephine has her bear wrapped beneath her arm.
“Wow, that’s great!” I notice her eyes are full of tears, and her bottom lip is wobbling, “What’s wrong?”
“I have accident,” she says, and I look down to see the proof. Then I move. No longer am I leaning against the kitchen island; I’m double-stepping it.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I sweep her up in my arms. “Shhh, accidents happen all the time. It’s okay.” I try to soothe her as we walk through the living room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom. “Will you turn on the light?” I ask, trying to get her mind off her forgetting to go to the bathroom before finding me. Which I feel is my fault. I’d gotten started on breakfast and didn’t hear or see her through the monitor, so immersed in my task I didn’t think.