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)
“Fuckkkkkk,” Ig quietly roars, words rattling my lips, encouraging me to repeat the action.
A little rough.
Quicker.
To time my yanks to that of my hips until I can practically feel the weight of his dick buried deep inside.
The combination of having my clit brazenly bumped, bottom lip bit, and tits unremittingly teased is enough on its own to inch me towards unraveling; however, when Igor strengthens his hold around my neck and fervently begins fucking my hand the way I’m fucking his, I know there’s no turning back. Our lower halves crazily thrust against one another, manically humping and grinding and riding, leaving our torsos to tumultuously collide between barbarous moans and even more barbaric kisses.
“Do it, Joeski.” Feeling his cock thump against the palm of my hand strips the final ribbon off my pending orgasm. “I wanna feel how my fucking Slayer comes.”
One final bump is met with one last jerk to create the perfect climax combo. Screams shoot up the back of my throat as heavenly shivers slither down my spine. Curling my toes and calling his name are accompanied by white-hot wet waves washing over every ounce of fabric they reach during their race to settle in his palm.
Igor huskily groans.
Grinds the wetness around to prolong the orgasm.
Growls through gritted teeth and gives my hand the same sticky reward I just gave his.
Except mine’s harder to feel through jeans than sweatpants.
A point immediately mentioned in an almost embarrassed grumble, “I can’t believe you just made me fuckin’ come in my pants.” Leaning back to meet his gaze allows me to see the mirth in it. “You’re a bad teammate, baby.”
“St. Dicholas, do you need me to remind you where my hand is still located?”
He lightly chuckles and arrogantly tilts his head. “Actually-”
“Nanny Joey…” Bella’s voice unexpectedly calls out prompting me to whip my face over her dad’s shoulder while he does his best to indiscreetly remove his hand from between my legs. “I fell sleep.”
“You did,” I casually reply, palm now steadily wiping away the remains on the dry side of Igor’s pantleg.
“Fuckin’ seriously?!” he squawks near my ear.
“Feel better?”
She sleepily nods and rubs one eye.
“Wanna talk about it now?”
To no surprise, she nods again.
“How about we talk about it in the kitchen and then order pizza?”
“She eats pizza now?!”
The excitement in his voice gets me nodding now.
And smirking.
“Da!”
I nonchalantly rise to my feet, give my jeans a minor adjustment to smoothly check for wet spots, and then drop my hand on Igor’s shoulder to slyly wipe away any lingering evidence of what just happened.
“Forfuckssake, Joeski,” my boyfriend whisper gripes on a small glare. “Do you have to cover me completely in cum?”
“Behave and I’ll let you do it to me next,” I saucily whisper back with a wink.
“Daddy coming?”
“Daddy already came,” is stated under my breath during my strut away. “Daddy actually got his workout clothes all dirty, so he has to change first.”
“I do!” Igor says over his shoulder, keeping his frame facing the opposite direction. “I’mma get all cleaned up and meet you in the kitchen, okay Princess?”
She nods at him and extends her arms up towards me. “Can I be in your space, please?”
Lifting her up in one swoop feels as natural as having her tiny face fall adoringly to my shoulder.
I cross the threshold back inside and steal a small glimpse of her father who’s beaming at us brighter than the Christmas tree lighting up the living room.
Honestly?
Being with the two of them makes every day feel like Christmas.
And for a woman who loves the movie magic of the holiday year-round…I can hardly believe I now get to live it.
Chapter 17
Igor
The only thing worse than a big L?
A big L you can’t cope with in your preferred way.
In my case that would be alone, with a bag of Hot Cheetos, and a book I’ve been trying to finish for the past four days.
I mean I already know how One Day ends.
Fucking spoilers in the review section ruined that for me.
But even knowing that shit…I still need to experience it for myself.
What can I say?
I’m one of those.
It’s like learning to give the best clean hits by learning to take them.
It’s not enough to watch and see.
Had to learn to survive the shit on my own too.
“Whatcha readin’ about now?” Peck questions, leaning towards me from the seat to my left. “Rule changes in the league? Best ways to boost team morale? Oh! Oh!” He snaps and points a finger. “Is it a book on leadership?” His eager nodding pierces my brow together. “It’s a book on leadership, isn’t it?!” The light hit to my shoulder is both confusing and concerning. “That’s how you keep that C on your chest!”
I use the hand not covered in red dust to turn off my phone screen yet remain silent.