Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
When I reached the top of the stairs, I looked down the hallway at their room and decided it wasn’t safe for her to be alone without supervision.
What if she left the room and fell down the stairs?
Deciding that was a solid concern, I headed for my room. She could put one of my shirts over this damn bikini and pass out in my bed.
Pushing open my door, I carried her inside and sat her on the end of my king-size bed.
She looked around. “Where are we?”
I turned from the sight she made, sitting there, and ignored the things it did to my cock, and then I got the biggest damn shirt I could find to cover all her tits, ass, and legs up.
“It’s big,” she said, then giggled.
I glanced over my shoulder to see her flip over and begin to crawl toward the pillows, giving me a close-up view of her wiggling ass.
Fucking hell. My cock pressed against my zipper with a jerk.
“What are you doing?” My question came out harsher than intended.
She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at me. “I want to smell your pillows.”
I ran a hand over my face and groaned. She was trying to kill me.
“Can I get your ass covered up before you go sticking it in the air?”
A stricken look replaced her giddy one, and she spun and plopped down quickly. “Sorry,” she whispered, not looking at me but at her knees as she pulled them up to her and wrapped her arms around her legs.
What the fuck was that about? Women were confusing sober, but get them drunk, and it was like trying to understand another species.
I snatched the first shirt I came to and headed to the bed to put it on her.
“I’m sorry if I snapped at you. I didn’t mean to.”
She nodded, then covered her face with her hands as she rested her forehead on her knees. “It’s the alcohol. I drank too much and forgot about what I was wearing and that my butt was fat and gross.”
What?
I stood there, studying her to see if she was being serious or if this was a drunk joke. When she didn’t lift her head or laugh, I realized she’d meant it.
“Salem,” I said, wanting her to look at me.
“Yeah,” she replied, keeping her face covered.
“Your ass is the reason I came to get you. It’s also the cause of several hard dicks tonight. There isn’t one thing gross about it.” Although you might think the things I want to do to it are gross.
She lifted her head and frowned up at me. “Did you see it clearly? It’s got dimples, and it’s jiggly.”
God, if she wasn’t so damn serious, I would burst into laughter. Who the fuck had told her that her ass was gross?
“Why don’t you look at my dick trying to break my damn zipper, and you tell me if you think that’s the case?”
Her eyes dropped, then widened as she sucked in a breath. “It’s hard,” she said, still looking at it.
“Yeah, it is. It has been since I walked outside and saw your ass in the air as you were bent over the hot tub,” I told her. “It may be fuller than it once was, but that jiggle you seem to be so worried about…” I hissed and bit my bottom lip. I wasn’t helping matters. My cock was throbbing, and I needed to go rub one out in the bathroom, thinking about just how it would jiggle and bounce when I fucked her in that position she’d been in on all fours. “I’m one hundred percent positive my cock is leaking pre-cum like a damn teenager right now.”
Her mouth made a small O as she studied my crotch as if she were looking for a wet spot.
“Will you put this shirt on for me?” I asked her, tossing it beside her, not sure I could trust myself to dress her.
She nodded, then reached up to begin untying her top.
“No!” I said, stopping her. “Just leave that on.”
“But…it’s still damp. It will chafe my skin.”
Fuck. I should have taken her to her room.
Deciding I knew just how to handle this, I started for my bathroom. “You can do that while I go use the bathroom.”
I barely had the door closed when I frantically began unzipping my pants, and I pulled out my swollen cock. Gripping the edge of the counter with one hand, I slowly started to stroke my length with the other. I closed my eyes, holding back a groan, and thought about Salem.
Her ass as she had shimmied up my bed. How it would bounce when I slammed my cock into her. The sounds she’d make.
God, the way she used to cry out my name still replayed in my dreams at night.