Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I pulled back, grabbing a condom, and sliding it on as she watched me, eyes molten.
But I didn’t come over her like she was waiting for, I moved to sit off the side of the bed, then patted my lap, inviting her on.
She was quick to crawl over to me, eyes bright with the prospect of being on top, of being the one fully in control.
Her hands went to my shoulders as she positioned over me, then, with a gasp, she started to lower down onto my cock, her pussy taking me in inch by inch until I was settled deep, her hips fully on my lap.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands digging into her ass to keep from grabbing her hips, and forcing her to move, to ease the ache in my balls. “Ride me, V,” I demanded softly, pressing my lips into her neck.
She started to move then, slowly, a bit uncertain at first, getting used to the position, then growing in urgency as her confidence grew.
Her whimpers grew to full-on moans quickly, and I found myself moving flat, wanting to watch her as she rode my cock.
It was a fuck of a view.
Especially as the need overtook her, and she started to ride me harder and faster.
Her breathing got fast and shallow, catching as she let out little moans as her pussy clenched tighter around my cock until, with a loud, almost pained cry, she came, her pussy pulsing around me, taking me with her as she sat there, head thrown back, face twisted in pleasure.
The most gorgeous thing I’d ever fucking seen.
She came back down a moment later, sucking in a deep breath, then smiling down at me.
“We need to do that a lot more,” she said as she folded toward me, pressing her lips into my neck, kissing up to my ear, then down my jaw, until her lips sealed to mine, kissing me long and sweet as my fingers drifted over her.
“I’m game anytime you are. Might need a couple minutes between rounds, though,” I said, patting her ass to get her to climb off of me, so I could get up.
Yanking up my pants, I made my way to the bathroom. When I came back, she was back to drinking her coffee, her hair falling over her chest, hiding her breasts.
“Any chance that’s still warm?” I asked, making my way toward the nightstand.
“It’s… tolerable. You want to go somewhere today?” she asked.
“Sure. Anything in mind?” I asked.
“Not really. Just feel like getting out for a while.”
She had a stack of unread books almost as tall as her now, so I figured maybe a bookstore wasn’t the best bet.
“There’s a pet store a town over. We could go and get stuff for Vernon,” I suggested. “He likes being spoiled.”
“He is compensated appropriately for the services he provides,” she shot back, making my lips curve up before I finished my coffee in two big gulps.
“Fair enough,” I agreed. “Alright. I’m gonna jump in the shower. We can head out after, get breakfast on the way.”
With that, I headed out, happy as a fucking clam as I showered and got myself ready for the day, always excited to take Vienna out somewhere.
It wasn’t until I moved into the room that I realized something had gone horribly wrong.
The air in the room felt thick. I could barely draw in a breath.
I didn’t understand it until I looked over to find Vienna, now dressed in a pair of loose leg jeans and a lightweight yellow sweater and a pair of canvas shoes, that I understood it.
She was in my wardrobe, the large wooden door hiding her face from view.
“Looking for something, darlin’?” I asked, still not understanding what had caused the charge in the air.
Until she was turning.
With her old purse in her hand.
A look of complete betrayal on her face.
“What is this?” she asked, her voice chilly.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Raff had mistakenly brought it up to the room when he’d been cleaning out the car. And I’d panicked and stashed it in the back of my wardrobe, not wanting Vienna to see it. Then I’d just… forgotten about it.
“I can explain,” I said, holding up a hand, wanting to de-escalate this before it got bad.
“I don’t know if you can.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Vienna
I was just trying to steal one of his hoodies because they had that super soft, worn-in feel that came from years of washing, and all of my clothes were kind of stiff and new still.
It was innocent, going into his wardrobe.
I wasn’t snooping.
I had no reason to snoop.
We were open with each other about everything.
Or so I thought.
Until I spread his hangers on the bar, trying to get my chosen hoodie off.
And I saw something odd, something that my mind immediately said didn’t fit.
It was wedged back in the corner. Like something forgotten.