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)
“Is that so?” She puts her hands on my chest. “What if I have plans?”
“We’ll fuck around your plans, then.” I finally bend my head and kiss her. “You okay with going to the bar tonight?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Okay, good. Want to get ready at my place?”
“If I get ready at your place”—she smiles—“we’ll never leave.”
I put my forehead to hers. “You have a point there. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Sounds good,” she agrees, and I let her go, giving her one more kiss before I walk out of the truck and head toward the garage. I’m about to call my lawyer when a text comes in from Karla.
Karla: Fine, you can have her for dinner this week on Wednesday night.
I shake my head but still call my lawyer and leave him a message. Getting home at seven, I rush to take a shower and put on clean sheets before going to pick her up. When I pull up to her house, she’s already outside sitting on the steps with a small bag beside her.
She gets up, and I see she’s wearing a ruffled orange skirt with white flowers on it. Her hair is over one shoulder, showing me the tight white shirt she is wearing has big straps and falls right above the waist of her skirt.
“Hi.” She walks to the truck at the same time that I round it.
“That’s a small bag for the weekend.” I motion to the little bag she has in her hands, and she smirks at me.
“I thought I was going to be naked all weekend.” She holds up the bag. “These are toys.”
My cock goes hard as a rock, and I just look at her. “You promised to take me out,” she reminds me. “This will be used later.” She taps my chest and walks around me to get into the truck. “But I would like to hurry.”
I shake my head, getting into the truck and starting it. “What exactly is in that bag?” I ask, and she turns to face me.
“Nothing much, just a cock ring.” I stop breathing. “My rose clit sucker, my rabbit vibrator, and I got a couple of anal plugs this week.” My hands grip the steering wheel. “Just a couple of things.” She winks at me, and I look ahead and make my way to the bar. Pulling up to the garage, I park on the side where it’s dark.
Her hand goes to the door handle when I put my hand on her leg, stopping her from moving. “Not so fast,” I say, and she looks at me shocked as I reach over and grab the bag that is down by her feet. I open it, seeing more than what she told me, but I can’t get into that now. Instead, my hand goes for exactly what I’m looking for, and I turn to look at her. “I want you to put your back against the door,” I instruct her, “and then I want you to put one foot here”—I point at the dashboard—“and then the other here.” I point at the armrest in the center console.
She doesn’t ask any questions; instead, she does what I ask. I move her skirt off her, showing me she’s wearing a white lace thong. Her legs spread open for me, and my fingers move it to the side. “Missed you,” I say. At the same time, I slide a finger into her, and her head goes back against the glass. “Tell me how many times you played with my pussy this week?”
“Every day,” she admits, “in the shower.” She pants as I slide another one in her, hooking it on her G-spot. “Before I went to bed.” My thumb flicks her clit, and her breath hitches. “In the morning when I woke up.”
“Did you finger-fuck yourself like this?” I ask as I pull my fingers out of her and then move them back in.
“Yes.” She nods as she looks between her legs. Only the light from the moon is in the truck cab.
“Did you fuck yourself with your vibrator?” I lean over and bend to suck her clit into my mouth, the center console blocking me from really devouring her.
“Yes,” she says, “but it wasn’t the same.” I take the pink silicone that is in my other hand and bring it to her lips.
“Suck this while my fingers fuck you,” I instruct her, and she takes it all in her mouth. “I’m going to make you come,” I say. “Then you are going to wear this all night.” Her pussy gets so wet, my fingers are drenched. “Then when we get home, I’ll replace it with my cock.” Her pussy spasms around my fingers. I take the anal plug out of her mouth and move it down. “Tilt your hips, baby,” I say, my fingers planted all the way inside her as my fingers scissor to play with her G-spot. “Greedy,” I tease her as I slide the anal plug inside her. “Even tighter,” I say, about to move my fingers.