Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Jesus,” she moaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Too much?”
She shook her head, hair tickling my chest. “No! Don’t stop. I love it.”
The woman said so herself.
Gripping her slender waist, I moved her up and down, so she slid over my cock. She was already panting and whimpering in my ear, nails piercing my chest.
It felt so natural to be inside Britta. And in all honesty, it was the best fucking sex I’d ever had. Why the fuck did I wait so long to do this?
Britta came hard and fast, pumping my cock to her own rhythm. Goosebumps covered her skin, and she collapsed on top with my cock still inside her. I didn’t want to move her, I could easily have fallen asleep like this.
After ten minutes she stirred, my fingers gently grazing her arm while she slept.
“I’m sorry,” she said, concerned about falling asleep before I finished.
“Don’t be,” I reassured. “You were tired to begin with. And, plus... that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Britta rolled to my side, her arm propping her head. She studied me, and I studied her. It was a comfortable silence but so much was being said.
“Slate doesn’t know?” I asked eventually.
She shook her head. “No, he didn’t even put it together. In fact, I don’t even know if he noticed what I was wearing when I came home. He will piece it together soon though, he just had something else on his mind today.” She pulled the sheet up, tucking it around her breasts.
“He was going to meet a girl, or at least someone he doesn’t want me knowing about. Has he spoken about any women?”
“No, but he’ll tell me if it’s anything serious.”
Slate told Britta everything, so it was only a matter of time.
I pulled her in close, and we both started to drift off to sleep, fatigued by the last twenty-four hours. I was in and out of consciousness when I felt two small, soft hands shoving at my chest, and a beautiful voice hissing my name.
I woke to a frantic Britta throwing her dress over her head while trying to urgently rouse me.
“For God’s sake,” she hissed again, gaze flicking to the door and back to me. “Hawk, wake the fuck up!”
I sit up, humored by her behavior. “What on earth is wrong—”
“Shhh!” Britta waved her hands at me to hush. “He’ll hear you.”
My brows furrowed in question. “Who will hear—”
“Brit,” I heard Slate’s voice call from the living room.
“Fuck,” I mouthed, jumping out of bed.
“Fuck indeed,” Britta agreed, throwing my clothes at me. “Take them... you don’t have time to get dressed.”
“So you’re kicking me out on the street naked?”
“No,” she whispered loud enough for China to hear. “Get in there.” Britta pointed to the closet.
To her fucking closet.
She pushed me forward as the voice outside became louder and then closed the door in my face.
That was not how I saw the afternoon unfolding. I listened to them speaking and cupped my cock between my hands in case the door suddenly swung open. There was not enough room to get dressed, so I stood naked, like a pervert peering through the white wooden louvers. Slate was reprimanding Britta for not answering her phone and wasting his time having to pay another visit. Taking him by the arm, she urged him down the hall. I took a step back and something sharp and hard slid between my ass crack. I jumped from the violation and knocked into something on the right. Balanced shoe boxes toppled to the ground. I froze, listening for footsteps but didn’t hear any.
Ten minutes passed before Britta returned, telling me the coast was clear.
She flung the door open and assessed the naked man standing in her closet. “I’m tempted to keep you as my prisoner.”
“You would,” I scoffed, stepping out. “You’ve even got your torture instruments prepared.”
She frowned in confusion, the smile she was wearing soon turned to a burst of laughter when she spotted the object in my hand.
“What did you do to my unicorn?”
“What did I do to the unicorn? More like what did the unicorn do to me?”
“What happened?” She bit her lip to stop the laughter.
Holding the unicorn at eye level, her gaze focused on the long, pointy, plastic horn. “This unicorn you love so much tried to penetrate my ass.”
She lost it. So much so, she fell onto the bed laughing, clutching her ribs.
“You think it’s funny, huh?”
This just made Britta laugh harder. It was infectious listening to her, and if I were to be honest, it had been forever since I’d last heard it.
I wanted to make it happen more often... without the violating unicorn.
When she finally sobered, she looked up at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Urghh,” she exhaled in exhaustion. “He heard you. Well, I’m pretty sure he did anyway but chose to ignore it.” She crossed her legs and watched me get dressed. “I feel kinda bad actually. He wanted to tell me something, but all I kept on thinking about was not getting caught. When what I should have worried about was you getting frisky with my pink unicorn.” Britta howled with laughter once again.