Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“And I have no choice?”
“Sixty days.” I reminded her.
“Sixty cakes,” she snapped. “Is your memory that bad, old man? I said sixty cakes, not sixty nights of…fornication.”
My lips quirked, and I stepped closer so we were almost chest to chest. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up. “It won’t only be nights, Little Bee. And I warned you about calling me ‘old man.’”
“You’re acting like a cantankerous one.”
“And you’re acting like a brat.” I grabbed her straps and dragged her close, pulling her up to my face. The stress of the day had ramped me up, and suddenly, being inside her was what I needed. And I needed it, her, now.
“You need a good fucking to remind you who is in charge here.”
She gasped as I covered her mouth with mine. I kissed her until she was a shaking mass in my arms. “You are staying with me in my bed,” I told her, unsnapping the clasp on her overalls and yanking them down.
“No.”
I tore her T-shirt over her head. “You will be with me every night.”
“You can’t force me.”
I kicked off my pants and tugged my shirt over my head. “I beg to differ, little prisoner.”
“You motherplucker,” she hissed, standing so her shoulders were back, her breasts jutting out, the nipples stiff and pink against her pale skin.
“That’s fuck-her,” I murmured. “And I plan to.” I dragged her into my arms and carried us into the pool. She flinched as the cool water surrounded us, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. But she didn’t protest, and I knew she wasn’t scared. I sat her on the steps and kept kissing her until she was undulating under me, and I felt her heat surrounding my cock, even through the fabric that separated us. I removed the offending material, tearing it from our bodies so we were flush.
“You wanted to know if last night was making love or frolicking, Little Bee? Well, hold on because I am about to frolic you so hard, you’ll know the difference.”
“Bring it on, old man,” she whispered in my ear, biting down on the lobe.
I reared back and sank in deep. She was still tight, surrounding me with her heat and honey. She cried out, gripping my back, and I began to thrust in long, powerful strokes. I cupped her perfect ass in my hands, holding her at the right angle so I hit her exactly where I knew she needed to be stroked. She moved with me, whimpering and moaning as I moved. I grunted and growled as the pleasure rolled through my body.
“Feel that, Little Bee? Feel my cock filling you?”
She clutched at my shoulders, her blunt nails digging into my skin.
“You feel so good. So tight. So fucking hot,” I hissed.
Lowering my head, I sucked her nipples into my mouth, going back and forth between them. They were hard under my tongue, and she cried out as I licked and bit at them. She gasped as I sank into the water and rolled us so she straddled me, then pulled us up the stairs, the cool air surrounding us as I leaned back. “Want a turn? Want to fuck me for a change?”
She was wild. Straddling me, she attacked my mouth, sucking my tongue and kissing me with abandon. She gripped my shoulders, undulating over me, and I guided her hips, lifting her and snapping my hips hard. I braced my feet on the bottom step and gripped the ledge above my head, watching her. She was a vision in the sun, her breasts bouncing, her head flung back in ecstasy. I had never seen anything as erotic as Brianna lost to passion. The water splashed around us, the ripples never ending. The air was warm, the water warmer, and the heat between us blistering.
She raised her head, her eyes finding mine. The desire in her gaze was incredible. She was stunning.
“Look at you,” I praised. “Riding me. Fucking me. Take me, Little Bee. Take all of me.”
And she did. Moving and arching, crying out when I slid my hand between us, pressing her clit.
“Come all over me, Little Bee. Drench me with your honey.”
Her head fell back, and she cried my name, milking me. Her muscles fluttered, grabbed, and held me, and I fell over the edge, roaring my release into her neck, holding her tight as we both succumbed.
Then she slumped against my chest. Quiet. Still.
I slid down the steps and into the water, the feel of it refreshing around us. She draped her arms around my neck, and we sat, wrapped around each other.
I felt a sense of peace flood me. Being with her was incredible. And unlike other partners, when we were done, I wanted to stay close. I wanted more with her. More kisses, more snuggles, more time. More her. It was an unusual feeling for me, but I was becoming used to unusual when it came to Brianna.