Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
"I think he wants me to fuck off and give him back his mama," I say with a chuckle.
"If you ignore him, he'll go away," Sutton whispers.
I pause a moment, waiting to see if she's right or if he's going to howl the fucking roof off. But after a moment, he huffs loudly, whimpers, and then his little paws go tapping across the floor as he runs off again.
"See? He has big feelings about everything but they never last long," she says.
"I've got some big feelings too. Especially about this right here." I thrust deep, indicating what I mean.
Sutton gasps and arches into me. Her legs wrap around my waist while her hands clutch at my shoulders; nails digging into my skin lightly in that moment of ecstasy where pain and pleasure mix as we both lose ourselves in the moment once more.
Her breath hitches when I begin to slowly thrust inside of her; a sound escaping from deep within her throat that sends shivers down my spine. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle it.
"Nu-uh, Sunshine. I want every sound. Don't hide them from me."
Her breath immediately picks up in short gasps, each one more desperate than the last. Sweat beads on her forehead, her hair sticking to it with every movement of my hips. I grab onto her perfect ass and pull her against me, driving deeper into her. She's so damn tight as I pound into her. I swear she was made just for me.
She moans and squirms beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders with each powerful thrust. I bite my lip hard to contain a groan, loving the way she feels underneath me as we both lose ourselves in this moment. I trace the line of her jaw with my free hand, feeling the soft skin under my touch.
My cock throbs within her, desperate for release. Fuck, she's incredible. Every inch of her feels so fucking good around me. I can't help the way my hips hit hers harder now, seeking release of my own.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she comes again, those pretty eyes rolling back into her head while I pick up the pace. Gently, I bite down on the crook of her neck, feeling that power within her surge through me as I start to come.
With one fluid motion, I pull out of her just enough to let my cum spill over her entrance before slamming back in again. Her walls clench around me as I fill her up.
My hands run through her hair, tangling in the strands as I kiss her neck once more, sucking softly on the sweet skin there. God, she tastes like ambrosia; intoxicating and divine at once. My entire body thrums with need; my cock still pulsing inside her as we catch our breaths together.
"Caleb," she whispers hoarsely, her voice rough.
I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck and sigh.
With a gentle touch, I brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Our hearts beat in sync, a steady rhythm that says more than any words could in this moment.
But I speak them anyway, whispering them directly into her ear so she knows I didn't just say them in the heat of passion. I meant them. "I love you, Sunshine."
Her quiet gasp wrecks me in the best way possible. So does her response. "I love you too, Caleb."
Chapter Eight
Sutton
"How many pipes can one house possibly need?" I groan as Caleb pulls his truck into the parking lot of the hardware store.
"Your house? A fucking lot, Sunshine."
I bite my lip, trying not to laugh at the disgruntled look on his face. His mouth is twisted into a grimace, and I can see the muscles in his jaw twitching. Poor Caleb. He's spent every spare minute of the last week fighting with my plumbing. My plumbing keeps fighting back.
By the time he's finished, my whole house will have new pipes. It's ridiculous! As soon as he solves one problem, he discovers another. If I were paying for this job, I'd assume it was a cash grab, but it's not. The crazy man refuses to let me pay him for any of his work.
He nearly flipped his lid when I called his boss to settle up on the equipment he borrowed to do the work. I wouldn't have had to resort to such drastic measures, but anytime I asked him about it, he told me not to worry about it. He's said the same about every item he's purchased too.
His boss wouldn't let me pay them for the use of the equipment. And he ratted me out to Caleb.
After Caleb fucked me stupid—seriously, I couldn't even say my own name for a good two hours after he was finished with me—we had a nice little discussion about the situation.