Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Yawning, I manage to free myself from his loving grasp. My body aches wonderfully, and I’m not entirely sure what to do next. I worry about how my father will react when I get home. Not coming home at night certainly has implications and not many explanations. Especially since my dad and I have been cold to each other ever since that little fight over Nelson being good enough for me.
I pace about the cabin, trying to find my clothes in the mess that we made. You’d think it’d just be a breadcrumb path back to the couch, but no, he flung my t-shirt off and it’s now in the kitchen somehow.
Not having me in his arms disturbs him from his sleep and I hear him yawn loudly and get out of bed. He stretches, and like a predator sensing his prey, he finds me immediately. Still naked, he wraps his hands around me and urges me to kiss him, which I’m all too happy to oblige him with.
“Where are you off to?”
“Well, it’s morning. I figure I should head home before my father calls the cops.”
“You’re an adult. You don’t need to answer to him.”
“I don’t, but I don’t want to give him the chance to pull any bullshit. So I’m trying to play nice.”
He sighs. “If you have to. But don’t be in such a rush. Mi casa es su casa.”
After another kiss to the top of my head, he heads into the bathroom, turning the shower on. I’m smitten watching him walk away, enjoying the little flexes of his ass as he walks.
God, I really am hopeless, aren’t I?
I continue to look around for my clothes, finding them in the oddest of places. How on Earth did my panties end up on top of the fireplace? Shouldn’t those be closer to his room given they’re the last thing he took off?
Finally, with my whole outfit recovered, I head back to the bedroom to get dressed again, only for a hand to shoot out of the bathroom and grab me.
Nelson gives me a playful grin. “Certainly you want to shower before you start the day, right?”
I match his smile. “I doubt I’m going to get very clean with you, Nelson.”
“Then get dirty with me instead.”
I drop my wad of clothes on the floor and follow him into the shower, the hot water coming down on the two of us as our lips meet. It doesn’t take much to get my engine going with him. Judging by how hard he is, the same is true for him.
He holds me close, his cock poking at my thigh. He presses me against the tile wall, running his fingers through my now wet hair. He lifts me up against the tile, pinning me, his cock poking at my slit.
“Do it,” I whisper to him. “Give it to me. It’s all I dreamed about last night.”
He will never refuse me. His cock slides inside me, the wonderful rush of lust shooting through my body. I cry out for him, and he knows exactly what to do.
Nelson fucks me against that wall, each and every penetration making me tremble so wonderfully as he takes me again and again. A fire grows inside of me, and goddamn, it gets out of control so quickly.
Every thrust seems designed to make me go crazier for him. Nelson is such a giving lover, sharing kisses, our sexes colliding, the beautiful sound of his grunts and my gasps of pleasure filling the bathroom. We’re so right for one another, and it’s so silly that some ancient family grudge would have us stay apart for no real reason.
I grind against him, I claw at his chest, I let my voice echo through the bathroom, the water doing little to put out the fire that roars between us.
He fills me to the brim with his cock, a match made in heaven, and he’s soon going to fill me with something else. I yearn for it. I need it. Something far more ancient than the McCormick and Rowdy names is in control here, something I ironically respect despite basing my complaints about the family grudge on its age.
Man and woman. Husband and wife. Father and mother.
Things we are. Things we might soon be.
My thoughts are lost, the growing orgasm inside me taking over my body fully, and all that’s left to do is scream his name and beg for him to bring me home. That’s not too much to ask of Nelson. His thrusts become more incredible, more overwhelming, and combined with a deft finger on my clit, that’s all that I need to get my release.
I come for him harder than I’ve ever come before. The sensations are overwhelming, but they are heightened by the fact that they come from him. I feel my cunt tremble and quiver around his cock, urging it, sucking it in, and that’s enough to make him erupt inside me too. All the heat, all the warmth, all the consequences, rush into me and make me throb with pleasure so completely.