Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“That is a horrible impression of the male voice; you sound like a drag queen with a sinus infection.”
Picking up the pillow, Joy stood and said again in an artificially deep voice, “Oh, Hannah, it’s so goooodd, your pussy is so tight I could hook a hose up to it and use it as a vacuum.”
“Shut up!” I scream-laughed. “You are so deranged.”
Joy smacked around her imaginary dick before humping the pillow.
“Your pussy is so tight, you must use a needle as a dildo,” Joy fake moaned as she tried to keep from laughing.
“Stop, you’re going to make me pee my pants!”
“Oh baby, take that big, beefy blood sausage of lust in your tight, wet hotdog bun.”
“That’s just disgusting.”
When she began thrusting into the pillow, I couldn’t help but fall back into the sofa, laughing. “What is wrong with you? Seriously, knock it off, you crazy hooker.”
“Now tell me, you naughty little slut bucket. Who. Is. Your. Dad. E?” Wiggling her hips like Elvis on steroids, she yelled, “Who owns that tight pussy? Take that big ol’ porn star Daddy dick. Oh baby!”
A knock came from the door and I managed to lurch up from the couch, Joy still too intent on fucking our throw pillow into submission with exaggerated manly groans and excessive of use of the word “cunt” to even hear that someone was here.
When I peeked through the eyehole, I felt a heady rush of tingles from the pit of my belly explode into my bloodstream. Happiness filled me at the sight of Leo standing on the other side wearing a dark gray t-shirt that lovingly hugged his muscular frame, his hair pulled back in a tight man-bun.
Hell yes he was older, and hell yes he was out of my league, but if he seemed as into me as I was him, then I was just going to thank fate and accept her gift instead of questioning everything to death. Damn, it was kind of refreshing to let all that useless fretting go. Liberating even.
Hearing Joy still yelling in the living room—once she got on a roll with something that amused her it took her a while to wind down—an evil impulse came over me and I quietly opened the door.
Leo’s thick, light brown eyebrows rose up as I whispered, “Shhhh, follow me.”
He did as I asked and I was practically choking on my laughter as we snuck up on Joy, who was now either pretending to have a screaming orgasm, or having a seizure while grinding against the pillow like a stripper on payday.
I waited for a pause in her theatrics, right after she moaned out about how good it felt to fill my pink taco up with her man mayonnaise, then cleared my throat. “Excuse me, Joy, this is Leo. I believe you’ve met before?”
She froze, completely, then I swear the only part of her body that moved was her wide eyes as they rolled to look at us. “Uhhhhh…”
Leo merely smirked while he looped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer. “Nice to see you again, Joy. Hannah thinks very highly of you.”
Rolling over, she flipped her wayward curly blonde hair out of her face as she awkwardly clambered to her feet. “Uh, hi. This…this wasn’t…”
Laughing, I leaned into Leo and hugged him tight then looked up at him, giving Joy a chance to pull herself together. “You’re early.”
“I was in the neighborhood and hoping you’d be home.”
“What were you doing in the student ghetto?”
“Hoping you’d be home.”
To my delight, he cupped the side of my face and slowly brought his firm lips down to mine, the merest brush of his skin tightening my internal muscles as my pussy began to grow more sensitive. My mouth parted on a gasp and he swept in with delicate and controlled strokes of his warm tongue that devastated me. A small, sexy-as-hell groan escaped him when he buried his head against my neck then took in a deep inhalation against my skin, the warmth of his gusting breath feeling like silk against me.
“I missed you,” he murmured.
Smiling, I held on to his broad shoulders as he brushed his lips over my banging pulse, my eyes closed to better absorb the feel of him. “I missed you too.”
Joy cleared her throat. “Can I offer you anything to drink, Leo?”
He stiffened then moved the slightest bit away from me, a serious look coming over his face as he gently said, “It’s Mr. Brass. Only Hannah gets to call me Leo.”
“Are you serious?”
“Completely.”
She blinked a couple times and I could see she was equal parts scared and irritated. “Okay, Mr. Brass, would you like something to drink?”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. Hannah and I have plans.” He grasped my hand in his own then raised it to his lips. “If she has no objections, I’ll be keeping her until her finals on Wednesday.”