Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Maddie's melodic laughter rings through the air as she spouts off her answer. "Mrs. Scarlett in the first ending, Mrs. Peacock in the second ending, and they all did it in the end. Well, all of them except Mr. Green. I love that movie so much, and let's not forget the noteworthy performance of Tim Curry. I used to watch that movie with my mom all the time, and now it's one of my favorites."
I can't stop myself from wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close, and slapping a kiss over her lips.
Excitement rings through me as I tell her, "I discovered it one day when I was a kid. My mom would just let movies play, and when it came on, Dad made us sit down and watch it as a family. We ordered pizza, and then he pulled the game out of storage. Man, I miss him."
"I can't believe we have so much in common. You understand why I don't want to get rid of my car, and we both have great taste in movies."
I nod. "I'm interested to know what your favorite comedy is.”
"That's so hard," she says, not even subtly dropping her gaze down to my crotch.
"There you go again, teasing me. How about I ride you into town, take you home, and let you get some rest? Meanwhile, I'll take my hardness back here to clear this debris because I won't get anything done."
"Well, I won't get much done either without my car. So, instead of riding me into town, how about you let me ride you right now?"
7
MADISON
Abody in motion stays in motion, and why not stay in motion riding Chase?
He doesn't linger. He doesn't hesitate.
Chase takes me into his arms with a kiss so powerful, it feels like it's always been meant for me. My knees buckle as he works the zipper down the coveralls I hijacked out of his room. The softness of his tongue capturing mine sends tingles down my body that pool between my legs.
My clit is begging to be touched and teased, but Chase has other plans as he kneels in front of me on the wet grass. He doesn't care. So why should I?
After he snatches the fabric open, he slips his hands inside to notice I'm not wearing anything underneath. His fingers palm my ass as he tilts his head to the side to lick my lips. A soft mewl of pleasure escapes me as he moans, his tongue slithering through my folds. When he dips that delicate tip into my entrance, I nearly burst at the seams.
He pulls his mouth away from me, turning up to show me the glistening glow of my juices coating his chin.
"Looks like this first round belongs to me." His face darkens, but a smile tugs on the corner of his lips.
"And we can head inside for the second, then?" I ask, my eyes unintentionally glancing around to finally see if anyone can see us … or hear us.
Chase leans in for another kiss of my pussy, lapping over it with his soft lips and tongue before dragging his mouth up my stomach to work on my nipples. Every touch, tug, and tender suckle he makes over my body has me ready to scream.
It's like my hips have a mind of their own as they gyrate against his body. Every nerve ending begs to be caressed and kissed while my pussy is desperate to have Chase bury himself deep inside my walls. The cool breeze does little to chill the heat rising as he pulls me closer to him.
Chase uses his mouth in ways to distract me from the incoming storm clouds. Just when I think he's ready to pause to go inside, he covers my mouth with his. The subtle flavor of my essence mixing with the taste of his tongue has my nipples hardening and my pussy getting as wet as the air around us.
"It's about to rain," I pant out as he slips two fingers inside of me. My walls clench around him while he strokes another sky-opening orgasm.
Thunder crashes again, the skies darken, and rain pours down around us. I pull at Chase's clothes to get him just as exposed as I am. Stroking his cock as we ease onto the ground, I sit myself on his erection while the rain soaks our connected bodies.
I can't tell where my wetness begins or if the rain is responsible, but we feel amazing together. Every movement back and forth draws primal pleasure out of me. My head tilts up to let the rain wash over my face before Chase's hand moves up to my neck. He tugs me forward so our eyes lock as he shifts himself to sit up.
Chase uses his hand behind my neck to anchor me into a kiss while his other arm wraps around my waist to hold me steady. My shins plant on the ground while he thrusts inside of me. Every motion sways in unison with the wind until his pace picks up, and we can both feel his oncoming climax.