Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Well, you’d better hurry,” I say, my voice husky with need. It grows huskier when I see that he’s already out of his clothes and idly stroking his swollen cock with one big hand. “We only have an hour before we need to pick your mother up for the theater.”
“Speed won’t be a problem,” he says, still stroking himself slowly as he nods toward the floor. “Down on the carpet, panties off, legs spread. I’m going to fuck you right here. I can’t wait the time it would take to get to the bedroom.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, teasing him with that phrase I know he secretly loves as I shimmy out of my panties. A beat later, I’m flat on my back on the carpet, holding his gaze as I spread my legs, then reach down to spread my inner lips wide, showing him how slick I already am.
“What a little slut you are,” he says, crossing the room in one big step. “A little slut who’s always wet for me and desperate for this cock.”
“Yes,” I agree, moaning as he moves over me, entering me in one deep, firm thrust.
I cry out, clinging to his shoulders as he fucks me hard, without foreplay or any of his usual attention to my clit.
But I don’t need it. By the time he warns, “I’m about to come. To come so deep in this pussy,” I’m already spiraling. As he groans and begins to pulse inside me, I dig my nails into the muscles of his ass and join him, rolling my hips in little circles that draw out the blissful contractions.
When I’m finally finished, I open my eyes to find Hunter watching me with a soft smile. “What?” I ask, still breathless.
“Nothing,” he says. “Just like watching you come for me.”
I smile. “Good. I like coming for you, so that works out.”
He bends to kiss my forehead, whispering, “I’m going to shower. I made you a latte after I got back from the gym. It’s on the kitchen counter.”
“Thank you,” I say, touched by the gesture. I’m pretty much a master at the machine by now, but still…I love that he already knows that I like a second coffee after my new morning workout routine.
Five days of being his “real” girlfriend, and I’m still not entirely used to these moments of genuine sweetness from him. They catch me off guard every time, making my heart do little flips that I know I shouldn’t encourage.
But I can’t help it.
Everything about this week has been magical.
As I clean up with one of the body wipes under the sink, get re-dressed, and head into the kitchen to fetch my coffee before doing my makeup, I can’t help ticking through all the ways Hunter and I are proving to be perfect together.
The sex just keeps getting hotter, we laugh together all the time, and now that he’s stopped fighting it, the affection he feels for me is so obvious, I feel kind of dumb for not seeing it sooner. And it’s not just little gestures like the coffee. It’s the way he steps up and does his best to answer my hard questions, the way he reassures me when I’m getting overwhelmed by my “what comes next” dilemma, the way he holds me as we drift off to sleep like I’m something precious he doesn’t want to lose.
It’s hard to believe I’m really the first woman who’s been able to see the tender man beneath his brusque exterior. Even when he’s at his most dry and sarcastic, even when he’s annoyed by my mess or my stubbornness or my smart mouth, I can still tell how much he wants to be there for me.
To be with me.
Even our arguments are kind of awesome.
Like at Coney Island, when he warned me to stop taking selfies of us because he hates having his picture taken. I refused, of course, seeing as I found the fact that he insisted on brooding in the background of every shot super entertaining.
Then, he got seriously annoyed. Then, I laughed so hard I got the hiccups. Then, he made fun of me for having the hiccups, and I got seriously mad. And then we made up by sharing a lemonade and having a stranger take one real picture of us that was supposed to be the end of the picture taking.
But obviously, I started taking selfies again because I have a teensy tiny sadistic streak, and he felt compelled to drag me behind an abandoned cotton candy stand and spank me.
It was so hot, I almost came right there, mere feet from some seriously gross old trash.
I smile at the memory as I sip my latte.
We’re having fun together. Easy, but sweet and serious sometimes, too. Surely, if things keep going this well, Hunter will see that it would be dumb to call it quits…