Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
This time, he didn’t wait for her to adjust. They both needed it too badly, so he fucked her with hard, relentless snaps of his hips.
Daisy fisted the sheets to keep from flying across the bed. She rocked back, meeting him thrust for thrust. If only they were closer to the mirror, he could stare at her tits bouncing and watch every expression of pleasure flitter across her face while he powered into her. Something to catalog for later.
Her arms trembled and gave out after a few moments, bringing her forearms and chest to the bed. The angle changed, intensifying the pleasure. “Fuck yes,” he mumbled as her ass tilted, and he drilled even deeper inside her.
“Yes, Moose. Right there. More. Harder.” The words were muffled against the mattress, but he had no trouble understanding her demands.
The woman was going to fry every brain cell he had. He tightened his grip on her hips and moved even faster. Sweat trickled down his back, his left thigh cramped, and he gasped for air, but nothing short of nuclear war would stop him.
The harder he fucked, the closer he came to blowing his load. Daisy’s high-pitched whimpers only made it harder to keep control. But when she shouted his name and came with her pussy strangling his cock, he lost the battle to make this last.
He pressed his head to the center of her damp back as the orgasm tore through him, stealing his breath. Together they shuddered and panted as pleasure peaked. Eventually, he returned to earth only to realize he had a vice grip on her slender hips. As gently as possible, he released her and then kissed her shoulder.
“Am I dead?” Daisy mumbled into the mattress.
Moose chuckled as he pulled his softening cock from her. The way she groaned, as though already missing him, made his chest tighten. “I hope not. We can’t do that again if you croaked.”
“Then I’m definitely not dead. But I am hungry again.”
Laughing, he collapsed onto his back. After a minute to catch his breath, he got up and disposed of the condom but returned straight to the bed. Once on his side, he pulled her to him. They stayed spooned together as their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled. A feeling of rightness settled over him. Not once since Daisy walked into his motel room had he missed the solitude he typically craved. In fact, the thought of leaving her and sleeping in a bed by himself was growing more distasteful by the minute.
She’d woven some kind of spell over him, and he didn’t know what the hell to do about it.
They had bigger problems at hand than his existential crisis. In a short time, they’d be meeting with Daisy’s brother. After that, they’d have to figure out how to get Buster and Pete their drugs. One hurdle at a time.
He hated to burst their peaceful bubble, but reality didn’t care about their sex life or how much he’d rather lie around in bed for the rest of the evening.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
Daisy rolled until she faced him. “To be honest, I don’t know. Ricky and I aren’t close in a conventional sense. Even though he crashes at my house, we don’t really hang out or eat together. Still, he’s my brother. The last time he disappeared for a while, he returned after a few months looking like death. He’d lost so much weight and hadn’t shaved or cut his hair in so long that I barely recognized him. I guess I’m just worried about what state he’ll be in when he shows up.”
“He’s lucky to have you in his corner. Caring about him.” Moose’s throat dried up. Talking wasn’t his strong suit, especially regarding his family. But Daisy made him want to open up. He wanted her to know him and how he’d become the grumpy biker who traveled the country alone. “I haven’t had anyone care about me or cared about anyone in a very long time.”
“That sounds lonely,” she whispered.
“It’s not. At least it never has been.” He fingered a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Most of the time, he didn’t think about how isolated he was from human contact and significant connections. Meeting Daisy sent his mind spiraling in a direction he hadn’t visited in almost two decades. “But I’m wondering if it will be from now on.”
“Can I ask how you came to be on your own?”
His thoughts traveled back more than fifteen years to a life he no longer recognized. “I grew up in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.”
“That’s Amish country, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “It is. I came from a big family. There were nine of us, and I was smack in the middle. My father was a domineering asshole, and my mom was the stereotypical man-is-the-head-of-the-household kind of wife. I never fit in with my family. According to my mother, I was a difficult baby, an out-of-control toddler, and a sullen kid. According to my parents, I was big, obstinate, and preferred to be on my own from a very young age. The things I developed an interest in didn’t fit with my family’s way of life… motorcycles, UFC, club life. In my late teens, I was basically an outcast among my family and community. People avoided me, and rumors swirled about me being violent and a criminal. Even my siblings steered clear of me. Leaving seemed the most logical move. I joined an MC and tried settling down after a few years of roaming the country alone, but I’m not good with people, so I went nomad.”