Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“Fuck, if I had known you were bare under that dress, I would have skipped dinner.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I was really hungry, but now I’m hungry for something else.” She reaches for my belt as I pull my shirt over my head. “You’ve got a hairy chest?”
“I do. That’s not a problem, is it?”
“God, no. It’s hot. But I wasn't expecting it. You didn’t have one Junkyard Throwdown…”
“Waxed.”
“Ahh,” she says as she gets my belt open. She’s got my pants down, and I kick them along with my shoes off. My boxer briefs are the only thing that stands in my way now. I pull those down and kick them away as well. We stand and stare at each other in, I don’t know, appreciation for a few minutes before we are back together. Her eyes land on my cock, and that mother fucker jumps like he can’t wait to get after her. That primal thing in my brain roars back to life. MINE! We are nothing but lips, tongues, and teeth as we run our hands over each other’s bodies. We fall onto the bed, and I move over her. Starting with her lips, I kiss my way down her body until I reach her pussy. As soon as my tongue hits her slit, she tastes sweet, just like I knew she would. I have thought of nothing but this since the moment I met her. I slide a finger into her shallowly. She arches off of the bed but settles back down. She’s so fucking tight; she’s choking my finger. I’m about to fucking come now just thinking about all this tight wet heat wrapped around my cock.
“Tyson, please,” she begs. I use her juices to stroke my cock while I look down at her. “You’re so big. I…”
“Shh, baby. I don’t care how many men you’ve fucked before me but there will be none after me. Once I take you, you’re mine forever. I’ve waited a long time for this, for you.” I cup her pussy. “Your pussy will be the only one my cock ever knows. You are it for me.”
“Tyson, please.” She spreads her thighs wider for me. I line my cock up with her tiny pussy opening and push into her slowly. She tenses up underneath me and reaches for me, placing her hand on my cheek. “There are no other men, Tyson. I’m yours. Always. Forever. However long you want me. Take it.” I don’t move, so she flexes her hips forward and impales herself on my cock. I feel her cherry break, and everything inside of me breaks right along with it. “Move. Please. Help me.” How can I refuse a plea like that?
I surge forward, pushing in and out of her until her pussy clenches around my cock. She screams my name.
Fuck, this is so, so good.
Chapter Four
Stacee
Oh, God! This is so good. So right. I can’t breathe. He’s still pounding into me. He’s not slowing down, and I love it. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to get even closer to him, even though this is the closest you can be to someone.
“Tyson!” I scream his name again.
“Fuck, Stacee. I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you with my seed. Tell me to pull out if you don’t want it.”
“Don’t you fucking dare pull out,” I groan, pulling him down so that I can kiss him. He smirks at me and thrusts his hips a few more times before he throws his head and roars my name. I feel him fill me with his seed, just like he said he would do. He collapses down on me, his head resting on my chest. My hands move up to stroke his hair. We are a sweaty mess, but I’ve never, ever felt better than I feel right now.
“Are you okay?” he asks once we can breathe again.
“I’m perfect. That was perfect,” I whisper.
“It was, Stacee.”
He kisses each of my boobs before moving up my neck to take my lips again. When he pulls out of me, I immediately don’t like that. He moves to lie next to me. Before I can protest, he pulls me closer to him. I snuggle into him, breathing in his scent, memorizing it. We lie there for a few minutes before he gets out of bed.
“Come with me,” he says, holding out his hand to me. I take it and follow him into the plane's ridiculously spacious bathroom. He reaches into the shower and turns it on. He grabs the robe from the back of the door and pulls it on. “Go ahead and get in. I’ll bring your bags in here. Which one has your toiletries?”
“The smaller one. It’s right on top.” I reach for his hand and pull him closer to me for another kiss. “Thank you,” I murmur against his lips.