Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Okay, baby girl,” he says softly. “You have a good day and call me when you get home from school,” he finishes and then hangs up. “Sorry about that.”
“You don’t have to apologize for ever taking her call,” I say. “She takes priority.”
He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. “You have to get to work,” I remind him softly, walking to him, “and I have to start the day.”
“Yeah,” he says, gripping me by my hips and pulling me to him. “You going to have dinner with me again?”
“You going to play with me after?” I ask him with a smirk.
“Before and after,” he confirms, and I laugh at him. “Now I’m fucking hard, and all I can think about is bending you over and fucking you.”
“Well, considering people might see, how about we table that?” I step away from him. “I’ll make you a coffee and send you on your way.” I grab a cup and make him a coffee. “And don’t you go and take care of yourself.” I look at him and make sure no one is around. “The next load is going down my throat.” I wink at him. “It would be a shame if it wasn’t a mouthful.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BROCK
She slides down my cock, and my hands come up to hold her tits in my hands. I bend forward and take one nipple in my mouth as she rides me. “I’m almost there,” she moans, her head going back and her hair swaying on my legs.
“Take what you need, baby,” I encourage her, letting her ride me the way she wants to ride me. My own release simmers, waiting for her. “You need my help?”
“Play with my clit,” she instructs me, not even shy about it. It’s what I love about her. She’s unapologetic about what she wants in the bedroom. I move one of my hands from her tits, down her stomach, and my thumb plays with her. “Yes.”
“Get there,” I urge between clenched teeth. Her pussy’s so wet and squeezing me, it’s making my balls get tight, and I know I’m almost there. “Now.” I pinch and twist her nipple, and she gasps but also comes on my cock. I empty into her, my eyes watching her face as she moans out. “Milk me, baby,” I say, and she even speeds up. “Take all my cum.”
“All of it,” she assures me finally when she collapses on my chest. “I want all of it.”
I wrap my arms around her. “Good morning.” I kiss the top of her head, and she just mumbles.
We’ve been waking up with each other for the past four nights. Coming home after we finish work and then fucking, eating, and then lying together. Last night we both crashed at eight, maybe it was even seven thirty. The alarm softly wakes us up at two thirty, which gives me thirty minutes to get her to her house.
“I can’t wait until the bakery is done, and I can start at five instead of three,” she mumbles, and I kiss her shoulder.
“Soon, baby,” I say, and she nods as she pulls herself off my dick.
“I’m going to go and get cleaned up.” She gets off my bed and I watch her walk to the bathroom. Getting out of bed myself, I follow her. She pins her hair up on her head as she turns on the shower and steps in.
I watch her as I grab a facecloth to clean off my dick and then grab my boxers. “I’m getting Saige tonight,” I remind her, and she looks over at me as she lathers herself in my body wash.
“Oh, you must be excited,” she replies, rinsing herself off.
“Yeah, I miss her when she isn’t here.”
She shuts off the water and then walks out, grabbing the white towel she hung up last night, making me feel off about her not using it until next week. “What are your plans?”
“Pizza and a movie tonight,” I say. She smiles at me, but I feel like the smile is just to get me to think she’s okay.
“That sounds like a perfect night.” She wraps the towel around her before she walks out of the room. I walk out, and she’s already dressed.
I am feeling bittersweet about getting Saige and then not sliding into bed with Everleigh. “I’ll be ready in two,” I say as I grab the shorts from the floor that I tossed after getting into bed with her. I slide them on and the T-shirt that she slipped into after taking a shower.
We walk out, more quiet than usual. When I pull up to her house, she leans over. “Have a good day,” she says softly, kissing me lightly on the lips before reaching for the door handle and getting out of the truck.