Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I came, and I came hard.
Again.
Vaguely, I felt him repositioning my legs together from thighs to calves so that my legs were now side by side on the bed with his cock still sandwiched in between the lips of my sex.
He was still so deep inside of me that my pussy continued to clench around him from my orgasm, and he was now straddling my legs.
The new position made me feel so full.
And with the way the shaft of his cock kept dragging deliciously along my clit, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was on the verge of coming for a fourth time.
A. Fourth. Time.
I’d never, not once in my life, been able to coax more than two from myself before I was too exhausted to do anything else.
But the way Coke was playing my body like a fiddle? I knew that I’d come as many damn times as he wanted me to before we were through.
His hand went to my breast again and pinched my nipple, causing me to gasp.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find him staring at me with a look of adoration in his eyes.
Neither one of us said anything at all as he continued to fuck me, only much slower this time.
I wasn’t sure if he was giving me time to recover, or if he just wanted to take it slow, but whatever his reasoning was, I was enjoying it.
He slowly rocked his hips, and each glide of his cock against my clit had my body tightening all over again.
And when I came the final time, I kept my eyes open.
I didn’t know why.
It was almost as if he’d asked me to watch him through what he did to me, but whatever the reason, he clearly liked it.
He followed me over that particular hill moments later, and I watched unabashedly as his mouth fell open slightly, and his eyes narrowed.
His jaw tightened, and then his belly clenched against my own as he started to come.
Long moments later, after we’d stilled and our breaths returned to somewhat acceptable levels, he brought his hand up to my jaw and placed a single soft kiss on my upturned lips.
“Fuck, baby.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Fuck was right.
The man had rocked my world. If there was a way that everyone wanted losing their virginity to go, that was it.
I couldn’t have dreamed of a better experience for my first time.
And I told him so.
He grinned. “Don’t think that all of that had to do with me. You went crazy, and I had nothing left in me to deny you.” He paused. “And it helped that you got me off with your mouth about two minutes before that. Not to mention that I’ve acquired a little skill over my years.”
I smacked him on the arm and he pulled away laughing.
Moments later, I was getting off the bed when I realized that sex was a messy business. I pointed out to him that they were covered in sweat, wrinkled and he was leaking out around the condom that had slipped a little.
He snorted. “Sheets wash, honey.”
I looked at the wet spot, then at my thighs that were coated in my secretions, and decided a shower was in order.
However, to do that, I’d need my bag that I’d packed the night before, which was sitting in the living room.
Lifting his discarded shirt from the night before off the ground, I slid it over my head and headed in the direction of the living room.
Chapter 20
My Disney princess name is Taco Belle.
-Text from Coke to Cora
Cora
I expected things to be awkward afterward. What I didn’t expect was to walk out in Coke’s t-shirt, still feeling him between my legs, to find his ex-wife sitting on the couch as if she owned the place.
Coke followed closely behind me, coming to a halt almost directly at my side.
“What…”
The moment he saw what I was looking at, he moved so that his body was directly in front of me.
“Do you know what kind of deplorable conditions I’ve been subjected to the last few days?” Beatrice asked softly.
I stiffened.
“Why are you in my house, Beatrice?” Coke asked angrily. “I didn’t invite you here. It’s customary to at least call and let whomever you’re visiting know that you’re coming.”
Beatrice sneered. “Would you have let me come if I’d called?”
Hell no. I didn’t even need to hear Coke’s answer aloud to know that’s what he’d have said.
Honestly? One time after staying up with Coke to watch him work on his project truck, he’d told me that Beatrice had never been to this house. That he was glad that she hadn’t because the structure itself was untainted from memories of Beatrice.
I was fairly sure we’d have to get rid of that couch now that I could visualize her sitting in it.