Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Please,” I exhaled as I looked down at his head.
I saw the corners of his mouth tip up and knew that I was in for one hell of a ride.
The man was relentless.
Finding no purchase on his hair, I let my hand snake down the back of his head until I encountered his neck.
Pulling forward, I urged him closer.
He obliged by burying his mouth in my pussy.
His long tongue plunging into my pussy and the tip of his nose ground against my clit as he thrust forward.
“Jesus,” I gasped.
He grinned against my soaked channel before reaching his hand forward and plunging two fingers deep inside of me.
The unshaved portion of his face was a sweet burn against the inside of my thighs as I clenched tightly around his fingers.
“Oh, sweet mother of pearl,” I gasped when his tongue did something particularly talented with my clit.
His chuckle against the inside of my thighs and had excitement coursing through me. “Please.”
I didn’t really know what I was saying ‘please’ to. For him to go faster? For him to stop?
He knew though.
Standing to his full height, he lowered the elastic band on his pants, revealing his engorged cock to me.
My eyes zeroed in on his dick as he lined it up with my entrance, and then slowly slid inside.
Home.
I finally felt like I was home.
My eyes closed to mere slits, and I started panting at the feeling of his hard, ridged cock sinking into me balls deep.
His eyes were on my face, I could tell.
However, my eyes were too busy watching as the ruddy length of him moved in and out of me. Slowly.
His cock was darker than the rest of him.
His balls hung heavy between his legs, and each time he sank into me, they’d press up against my ass, causing a thrill to shoot through me.
I’d never been into that kind of thing before, but with Cleo, I had the urge to try absolutely everything.
Even the foreign and taboo.
“Look at me,” he rasped.
My eyes raised reluctantly, but he rewarded my compliance with a sharp thrust inside of me.
My eyes widened at the invasion, and he smiled.
Finally getting what he wanted, he started to push in and out of me, slow and steady.
The slick sounds of my sex opening up to his invasion filled the room.
His skin started to glisten from his exertion, and I was sure that I was doing the very same, and not caring one tiny bit.
Sex was messy.
There was no other way around it.
I could tell when he was close when his thrusts went from steady to erratic.
I clenched around him as a tidal wave started to take me over; in only a few more short, sharp strokes, I was falling over, and he followed right along with me.
He grunted as I started contracting around him.
His eyes narrowed to slits, and his lips tightened.
“Fuck,” he gritted out.
I was in complete agreement; however, I couldn’t voice my agreement because I was too busy screaming out my climax.
Once his thrusts slowed to little, tiny movements, I opened my eyes that I wasn’t aware that I’d closed, and stared into the depths of his.
“I like it when you scream,” he said breathlessly.
My head fell back to rest on the cabinet door behind me as I tried to catch my breath.
“I like it when you make me scream.”
He snorted and pulled out, leaving a very wet feeling in his wake.
I looked down to see his release dripping out of me, and I grimaced.
“I’m going to need to disinfect this kitchen after that,” I said as I shimmied off the counter.
He grunted in agreement. “Yeah.”
His tone was odd. As if I’d done something to piss him off somehow.
“Does that mean you’re not going to help?” I teased, hoping to draw him out of his mood.
Snapping the towel off the oven handle like it’d done something to wrong him, he walked over to the counter and wiped up the mess. “Go get dressed. Wear jeans and a t-shirt. Oh, and those boots I got you last year.”
I blinked at him.
“Okay,” I said warily at his abruptness.
I’d nearly thrown those boots away last year.
They sat in my closet in the very package he’d brought them in. They had never been worn.
The evening we’d finally slept together, he’d brought them over because we were supposed to go on a ride the next day.
Needless to say, he hadn’t shown, and I never got to wear the boots.
They sat in my closet on the third shelf, gathering dust.
I walked away slowly, reluctantly.
If I opened that box that would mean that I was admitting that I was giving him a second chance.
Was I ready for that?
Was he worth it?
The throb between my legs pulsed with the aftershocks of our coupling, reminding me of what we’d just shared together.
It was good.
Really good.
And I wanted him.
I missed him when he wasn’t there.
I’d missed him for a whole year.
Reaching my closet, I found the box in question.
It was a normal brown box.
Nothing special about it, but it meant something.
Something huge.
Taking the last step, I opened the box.
***
Rue
“Where are we going?” I asked for the fifth time.
I looked down at my boots that were now caked in mud, and grinned.
We were on the back of Cleo’s bike, but we were driving slower than hell, and had been for nearly twenty minutes.
I’d lost track of the amount of times we’d taken a turn where I hadn’t realized that a turn was even possible.
“Few more minutes,” he said shortly.
Uh-oh. Was he mad that I wouldn’t shut up?
He’d been snappy since we’d left my place, and I didn’t know what to think of a pissy Cleo.
I’d only been around him when he was in a good mood.
This was a new side of him that I wasn’t sure that I liked.
“Whatever,” I snapped back.
He pulled over to the side of the road, turned the bike off, and stood quickly.
I hadn’t even had time to realize that he was stopping until he was already three feet away from me.