Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Da…” pushes itself past my gritted teeth during my first stroke. “Show me how to light the lamp.” I instantly tighten my grip when her muscles contract under the command. “And make the shot filthy.” Gradual jerking begins. “So. Fucking. Filthy. Joeski.”
Her touch lazily slides over to allow the tip of her middle finger to lightly roll around her clit. The first spin is accompanied by another whimper, yet the second summons her hips along with mine to match the pacing. Coolness from the gel glides itself around the edge of my balls calling to me to cup them.
Squeeze.
Tug.
Groan over the way the fabric dangling from my dick adds an unexpected spine straightening thrill from the tiniest touch.
“Fuccckkkk,” airily bounces off the walls when I watch that same digit dip inside. “Like that, baby?” I slowly drag my hand upward to resume jerking. “Slow and deep?”
More whimpers precede dazed nodding and rougher pushes.
Mocking the movement of her finger is not only easy, it’s fucking effortless.
Like studying the tape to get in shape.
Like following the new team’s strategy who you know you were meant to play for.
And hand to ninety-nine, I am meant for Joeski.
That offhand thought convinces me to ferociously grunt, “Say my number, baby.”
“Forty-two,” is softly cooed during a harsher thrust.
“Atta girl.” Clamping myself with a tighter fist pushes me to pump faster. “Say it again.”
Joey suddenly increases the speed of her hips as she repeats the answer. “Forty-two.”
I work my wrist faster to match the acceleration, brief brushes from her panties skimming my nuts, causing them to tighten in anticipation. “Again.”
“Forty-two.”
My balls mercilessly curl upward, pleading to come while pre-cum drips down in the same unforgiving nature, stickiness fusing with that of the peppermint scented assist that’s only making it even harder to hold back. “Fuck…again…”
“Forty-two,” is moaned much heavier, this time making her whole-body bounce.
The sight of her covered boobs jiggling is enough on its own to have me repeating the order, yet it’s watching her nipples grow harder and harder during every passing huff that has my tone harshening. “Louder.”
There’s no hesitation to strengthen her voice.
Call it out octaves higher at the same time her free hand claws at my sheets.
“Fucking. Louder.”
She once more whimpers my number pushing me to stroke faster.
“Whose pussy is that, baby?”
“Forty-two,” hits my ears as the smell that reminds me of my girl punches me in the nose prompting my lids to grow hooded.
Breath to become choppy.
Cock to kick in warning while her trembling thighs struggle to stop from clamping together.
“And who are you about to come for?”
“Forty-two…” Joeski desperately calls out while rocking into her own hand, palm adding just enough pressure worthy of chasing to her clit. “Forty-two…” Her bucks become brazen and my own can’t help but mirror them. “Forty-two…” She uses her other hand to greedily grab her own tit. “Forty…” One ruthless pinch is all it takes before she’s spiraling over the edge, coming completely undone, screaming out my number the way I can’t wait for her to scream out my goddamn name. “Sorok dva!”
All of sudden, scorching spurts shoot from my cock, sloppily covering every inch of my hand. I deeply bellow during each spate and savagely bunch up the material, burying it in cum, simultaneously grateful to have a piece of her and pissed it isn’t actually her.
Not real sure when I’ll be landing that particular gino, but whenever it is?
I’m more than fucking ready.
My Slayer has barely finished coming back to her senses when I tease, “You know you’re not getting these back, aye?”
Joey doesn’t bother hiding her giggle. “Yeah, I’ll buy a new pair.”
“Net.” Carefully dropping the crumpled mess off the mattress occurs in between statements. “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
“With the number forty-two on them?” she cheekily pokes.
“I can make that happen.”
“No.”
“Oh, I’m definitely gonna make that happen now.”
“Still no.”
“And I’m gonna get them in every fucking color that way I’ll always be in that mitt.”
“Ohmyg-” Her voice abruptly stops prior to looking off in the distance. Almost immediately after, she hits me with a tiny cringe. “Oopsie. We may have woken up the tiny human.”
“We?” My light eyebrows hitting the ceiling is playfully executed. “That’s not a we thing, Joeski. That was a you thing.”
“Where’s the fucking team mentality, bud?!” She jabs back around additional snickers. “We were so both on the board with this play!”
Laughs don’t hesitate to leave me during my nodding in agreement. “Da.”
“Spasibo!”
“You’re welcome. But now we both need to clean up quickly, so we can tuck Princess Bella in with us for the night.”
Joey bobs her head, momentarily drops the phone, and darts off to my bathroom, I imagine to get washed up while I simply slide my boxers and blanket back into place.
Man, I love that even a million miles away, I still feel like I’m in my own barn.