Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
"That was," she says, trying to catch her breath. "So freaking good."
"I need a minute," I say, as her pussy squeezes my cock again. "Just one minute and then I’ll carry you inside."
"Do you think," she says, looking at me, rotating her hips, "you can carry me inside with your cock inside me?" She moves her hips up and down.
My hands go to her hips, making her stop moving. "You keep moving like that, I’m going to fuck you on the hood of the car," I threaten and she just smirks. "Fuck." I grab her around her waist and pull her down on me as I open the door, putting one foot out and then the other. She wraps her legs around my waist and I walk to the front door, her hips going around and around. I open the door and the minute I’m inside I place her ass on the table at the front door. "Hold on," I warn and her legs go to the sides as I fuck her hard.
"Yes," she cries out as I slam into her over and over. "Right there," she says.
I know she’s close, so I pull all the way out and slam in once, then pull out again, and she moans this time. I pick her up and turn her around. "Bend over," I demand and not only does she bend over, she puts one knee on the table to give me even better access. I bend my knees and slam into her. My hands on her hips pick her up every time my cock slams into her. The sound of flesh slapping against each other, along with her moans every single time she comes on my cock, drives me crazy.
“I’m going to come," she says over her shoulder, and I feel her hands from between her legs playing with my balls. "Right there," she urges and her eyes start to close, her head falls forward, and she comes on my cock again but this time I come with her.
"That," she says, lying on the table in front of her. "Has to be the best sex we’ve ever had."
"Well, only one more thing to do," I say, slipping out of her, and she looks over at me as I slap her ass. "Try to up it."
"Got to catch me first." She winks at me and runs to her bedroom.
"Two days in a row," she tells me when she sits on the chair in front of me. "I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow." She tries to make a joke of it, but I can see it bothers her and she’s been quiet ever since this morning when I mentioned I would have to leave soon.
I take our plates filled with pancakes and sausage and sit down next to her. "So," she says when I sit down. "Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”
I look over at her, cutting a piece of pancake and eating it. "You have to be a bit more specific, there was lots that happened." I wink at her. "Some very good things happened."
She laughs. "Well, let’s start with us not using condoms." She points at my dick and my eyes widen.
I swallow down my food hoping that I don’t choke. "Are you not on?" I ask her, knowing she was always on the pill when we were together.
"It’s not that I’m worried about," she says, looking up. "Are you…" She is thinking of the word and I finally get what she’s trying to say.
I gasp, looking at her with big eyes. "I’ve never had sex without a condom, well, except with you." I shake my head and take another bite of the pancake.
"You were engaged!” she shrieks out at me and I look over at her.
"I’ll repeat myself again," I say as I slowly nod. "You were the only one I’ve had unprotected sex with." I tilt my head to the side. "Are you?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows.
"Oh, don’t you even dare," she says to me and I hold up my hand.
"Are we really going to do this right now?" I ask her, knowing that we have to talk about me leaving, but her trying to start a fight with me right when I’m leaving must be her trying to prove it doesn’t bother her.
"We are having a conversation." She glares and I know for a fact that she is trying to fight with me; this is her being scared. "Are you going to ask me again if I had sex with people unprotected?" She folds her arms over her chest and I look at her.
"What’s wrong?" I ask her and I can see her eyes shift.
"What do you mean?" she asks, trying to act stupid, but she must have forgotten how well I know her.