Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Pleasure bloomed slowly inside of me. Everything that was happening right now was so very erotic that it wouldn’t have mattered if he was stimulating me, I was going to detonate regardless. But with the added help of his talented fingers, it wasn’t long until my hips were rising to meet each thrust of his fingers.
He ground the heel of his hand against my clit, in between thrusts, and that was all the added stimulation I needed. My muscles clamped down hard on his burrowing fingers, and I screamed.
Sebastian’s dick happened to be buried in my mouth at the time, and that seemed to set him off.
His fingers withdrew from my core, and he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean before grabbing my head with both hands, and pumping his cock hard.
Saliva, sweat, and pre-come coated my chest, and with each further thrust of his hips, he came closer and closer. With one final plunge, his cock jerked, and short bursts of come shot out of his cock drenching my chest, breasts, nipples and chin with his juices.
“Fuck, yes.” He growled, watching his juices cover my chest.
He released my head; it fell back onto the mattress. My arms fell down to my sides, and my chest heaved in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I was utterly spent. I really could just lie here and sleep for another hour, at least. Maybe two.
Except I found my body floating and being carried into the large bathroom.
Sebastian sat me on the counter, and turned to start the large walk-in shower.
When he turned back around, his eyes became hooded and possessive as they took in my crazy sex hair, as well as our combined juices coating my body.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He said, kissing me slowly.
I returned the kiss, melting into his body, and wrapping my arms around his torso.
“You’re going to have to hold me up in that shower.” I added as he lifted me to my feet.
He smiled. “I think I can handle that.”
***
Sebastian
“So, what’s the plan for today?” Baylee asked me.
I looked at the woman in the seat next to me, and I couldn’t help the gratefulness I felt for her for coming with me. This trip tore me up every year I did it, and it never got easier. It still hurt every time I drove the three hours it took to get to that cemetery.
This year was a hell of a lot easier than it usually was. Even though I hadn’t spoken with her much on the ride, her silent presence was more than enough to stop the roiling emotions that were churning through me.
“I want to take you to a bar we used to go to while we were in boot camp. It’s got really good fried pickles.” I said, turning my grin on her.
She grimaced. Baylee didn’t like fried pickles. We’d found that out the hard way when I’d taken her to the barbeque festival last week on my one day off. She’d immediately thrown up the massive amount of food she’d consumed through our time there.
“That’s just awesome.” She said dryly.
I laughed and navigated the streets of the town I’d made my home, through my years in the Marines. Not that I’d spent much time there. It was actually a little less than a year, at most, but that was where my stuff was housed, and where I came home to when I wasn’t on a tour.
I noted the familiar car in the parking lot, denoting the one person who’d be least likely to want to see me in the entire world was currently inside, but I ignored the warning bells and walked around the side of the truck to help Baylee out.
My truck wasn’t huge compared to some in the south, but it was big for a girl that had on a pair of tight jeans that barely let you bend your legs. She said they were stretchy, but I had doubts that she wouldn’t rip a seam and cause the men of Oklahoma a heart attack when they saw her goods.
Although, just walking into the bar had every man’s eyes on her. At least the shirt she was wearing covered up her tits.
Just as I was walking in, my phone vibrated. Pulling it out of the pocket of my pants, I smiled when I saw my son’s smiling face. Yeah, I’d gotten the kid a cell phone. And yeah, he was only three, but to be honest, I was tired of giving up my phone. It was seriously getting beyond old to have my own phone covered in fucking cheese puffs and running my battery down from playing Angry fucking Birds.
“Hey boy, how ya doin’?” I asked when I connected.
My son was crying, and my heart dropped out of my chest, finding a home somewhere around my knees.
“What’s wrong?” I barked.
Hell, I got mean when I was scared. I couldn’t help it, and I’d never been able to contain it, either.
“He’s okay. He fell outside when we were out at the pool. He has a bump on his head. He wasn’t even crying until I told him we’d have to call and tell you.” Doreen said, explaining his crying to my satisfaction.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out, as well as the fear that had taken place in my heart. “Hey, boy. No more crying now. Be nice for Grandma or you’ll have to come home.”
That shut him up. He loved his Grandma and hated coming home. Most likely it was because Doreen let him drink Coca Cola’s and eat ice cream because he asked. The woman had a problem saying no. Which is why he had a fucking trampoline, a Jeep Power Wheels, and a ten-foot blow up pool in my backyard.
“Okay, daddy. I stop.” He said, not even a hint of tears evident in his voice.
Baylee gestured that she was going to get a table, and I stayed outside and caught up with my son and his activities for the past day. After ten minutes, I said goodbye, and headed inside.