Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
And it’s not just the sex. As we sit here and he talks about something he loves, I realize I could listen to him for hours. I don’t care about baseball in the slightest, but I love listening to Julian talk.
He says something and glances at me with a smile, and I find myself smiling back. That’s what he does to me—makes me forget that anybody but us exists. The entire world around us could be burning to the ground, and my focus would only be on him.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine in what is supposed to be a quick kiss. Only I’m craving more, so when he goes to pull back, I slide my tongue into his mouth, not wanting the kiss to end. He tastes like the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter from having just taken a sip of his beer, and I suck on his tongue, wanting more.
We kiss for several minutes, our tongues stroking and teasing one another. And when kissing him isn’t enough to satisfy my need for him, I climb into his lap, deepening our connection.
I’m wearing a floral sundress that’s tight on the top and flares loosely on the bottom with a pair of lace panties underneath, so when I settle into Julian’s lap, there’s only a thin piece of material stopping me from completely feeling his hard length.
I grind against his pelvis, and our kiss becomes desperate, our tongues moving frantically against each other. I’m on top of him, kissing him, but it’s not enough. I always want more. Crave more.
“I want you,” I murmur against his mouth.
We must be on the same page because as I shift back slightly, prepared to pull his cock out, he quickly undoes the button and zipper, exposing one of my favorite parts of him.
He’s hard and ready, and I waste no time, shoving my panties to the side and lifting so I can lower myself onto him. I’m wet, but not foreplay wet, so he feels bigger as my pussy stretches to accommodate every inch of him.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Ride my cock,” he says as his hand twists in my hair and he brings my face back to his.
His lips part mine, and his tongue sinks inside, his skilled mouth devouring mine as I ride him, slow yet deep.
When my climax rockets through me, turning my legs into jelly, Julian breaks our kiss and takes over, driving into me from the bottom with quick, erratic thrusts that stop when he finds his own release.
With my face nuzzled into his neck, I’m working on catching my breath when the sound of people clapping remind me that we’re at a baseball game.
Oh shit. We’re at a baseball game, and my husband’s cock is inside of me.
“You okay?” he asks with a chuckle.
“Yeah,” I squeak. “Just wondering how I’m going to get up without your cum dripping down the inside of my thighs.”
“You trying to get fucked again?” he growls like the caveman he is.
“Julian, focus.”
“I have napkins in my pocket.” He lifts and sets me on the chair next to him in one fluid motion, somehow tucking himself back into his pants, and then pulls out a bunch of napkins.
I try to wipe myself the best I can without looking like a perve.
I know. I know. We just fucked in public. That ship has sailed.
But in my defense, when his dick is involved, I can’t think clearly. It’s like I have dick brain.
I giggle at my joke, and he glances at me like I’ve lost my shit.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Yep.”
We stop at the restroom so we can clean up a little better and then head out. On our way to the car, a weird feeling comes over me, like someone is watching us, but when I look around, I don’t see anyone, so I chalk it up to my brain being foggy from just having had some amazing sex.
Only the next morning, when we walk into the office, I realize I wasn’t wrong. Someone was watching us. And they got a whole lot more than just us walking to the car.
“Both of you, in my office now,” Dad says, his tone reminding me of when I was a teenager and did something that disappointed him.
Julian presses his hand to my back in a comforting gesture, and we follow my dad into his office.
He closes the door behind us, and when we turn around, the fury in his eyes has me taking a hesitant step backward. It’s been years since I’ve been on the other end of my dad’s wrath. And even though I’m a grown woman, I find myself slinking closer to Julian for comfort.
“What the hell were you doing at a baseball game in Houston?” Dad demands, referring to the baseball game we went to.