Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Sometimes he would play around and tease me until I was almost insane with the need to be fucked. Right then he could tell I was already on the edge and desperate to feel him inside of me. Without hesitation he lined himself up behind me and thrust in hard and deep.
My back arched and my breath blew out as he bottomed out inside of me. He wrapped an arm around me to hold me secure as he began fucking in and out. Over and over again he thrust, the wet sounds of our union echoing through the tile room.
“Fuck me hard,” I begged. “Make me come!”
“So bossy,” he teased breathlessly as he sped up. “Seems someone’s anxious to come all over Daddy’s dick.”
I nodded as I thrust back against him. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck meeee!”
I screamed as my orgasm crashed into me when he smacked his hand gently against my clit six times in quick succession.
He fucked harder as I came all around him, and then he let out a loud roar as he exploded inside of me. We rode every last second of both our orgasms out. When we were finished, he held onto me as he turned and sat down on the bench, his cock still buried deep inside of me.
Setting my head back on his shoulder, I smiled as he rubbed his hands up and down my arms and whispered words of love. Life with Jordan was even more amazing than I’d known it would be.
Happily ever after, indeed.
Sweet Like Candy
1
Ryan
It was the Friday before my nephew’s fourth birthday and I’d been recruited to run errands for my sister who was preparing for the party. I admit to being a little put-out about having to leave the office, drive out to my sister’s to get my nephew, only to then turn back to drive all the way back to a bakery located a mere two blocks from my office. My sister raved about their stuff, but I’d never ventured in even though she’d been bugging me about it for months. With my work schedule as extreme as it was, I didn’t have a lot of time to hit up bakeries.
I’d agreed to cut out of work and do the errand because Emmett, as my only nephew, was my special dude. I adored my nieces but Emmett and I shared a unique connection. Also, my sister would’ve given me a purple nurple if I hadn’t agreed to do her bidding and that shit hurt like hell.
Jamie might’ve been a married mother of three with a fourth on the way, but she would always be my much-loved bossy older sister. The two of us were best friends, our bond unbreakable after we lost our parents and our little brother Steven in a car accident. I’d been sixteen and Jamie was eighteen when it happened.
Jamie had fought for guardianship of me, never once wavering in her decision, not even when I begged her to leave me behind. It had killed me to watch my sister giving up her college scholarship in order to get a job waitressing to support us both. Our parents hadn’t been rich—far from it—so they hadn’t had life insurance or anything left behind to keep us going. The remaining car was repossessed and the lease on the townhome we rented hadn’t been something Jamie could afford to keep up with.
I’d gotten a job as a cashier at the local Walmart in order to help, but it hadn’t made much of a difference since I wasn’t allowed to work near as much as I needed to. My sister had been a machine, her one and only focus being my ability to get a college scholarship. Because of her focus and guidance I had. I was very aware I owed it all to her. It was a large part of the reason I worked like a fucking madman, always anxious to increase my bottom line. Just in case. I was extremely well off, but it never felt like enough. Even after Jamie married a man who was more than able to take care of her, I kept right on working like a fiend. Again, just in case. What if something happened to her husband and they needed something? I needed the stability money brought and at this point I accepted it and embraced it. Work was good. I had little to no social life but it didn’t bother me. My sister was the only one who never seemed to get the memo that I liked being alone.
As if she knew the direction of my thoughts she looked up at me and smiled. I knew she thought the smile was innocent but I wasn’t fooled by it.
“Guess what?” she asked cheerfully.
I knew my sister, which meant I had a very good idea of what was coming my way. I said nothing and waited for her to inform me of whatever her new fix-up plan for me was.