Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I leaned up and kissed him, the lingering taste of the chowder mixing erotically with the aphrodisiac that he was. Already, I was out of breath. When he pulled away from me I could see that his eyes too were glazed with burning passion.
There was nothing I wanted more than to be fucked senseless by him on that counter, but there was something else I had to reveal to him first. I took a moment to think about how I was going to do that as he started working on the clasp of my bra. Only one way came to mind.
I reached out to grab the box, but he wouldn’t let me out of his arms.
He lifted up my white T-shirt and buried his head underneath it. My bra came lose. Damn him. His mouth closed around my nipple and I lost myself.
“We’re not done,” I managed to rasp out.
He sucked hard on the engorged peaks, and it instantly made me wet. My toes curled at the sensation, but I didn’t want this moment to pass. Before I completely lost my senses, I reached desperately for the box which almost displaced his greedy mouth.
The battle that ensued as our different intentions fought for domination made me laugh.
Finally, the box’s contents spilled out and the countless photos of me dropped out. “Hey? I missed this. How the hell did you get this?” I said, picking up a photo of my prom night.
“I hung this photo above my bunk for a very, very long time,” he said with feeling.
I could tell. It was creased and lightly stained and folded through. I put on a stern face. “Are these stains … cum?”
“They sure are, ma’am,” he joked.
“Oh, you are bad,” I said shaking my head, but my heart started to hurt. Every time I thought of him in prison and the terrible experiences he’d had to endure, I always felt sad and guilty. The great irony was the world thought he was a sinner, but truth was he was a saint. A true saint.
Suddenly, he spotted the test result I’d slipped in. “What the hell is that?”
I feigned surprise. “Yeah, what the hell is that?”
Impatiently, he pulled the plastic out of my hand … and tossed it away. Then he swept the photos and the box out of the way, some even fell to the floor.
“Caleb!”
He slanted his head and overwhelmed me with a kiss. It was hard and fast. I knew him well enough to tell nothing was going to break through his urgency. My news would have to wait.
I let go and wrapped my legs around him. My shirt came off and so did my underwear. I was quickly splayed out on top of the kitchen counter and I reveled in it.
Caleb went down on me. It was his magical show that somehow seemed to get better and better as time passed. Every time he made me lose my mind with his mouth, I was left incoherent, spent and absolutely certain that it was the best head he’d ever given to me, but then the next time happened and I was left even more stunned. In the time we’d been together, he’d gotten to know my body even more and he used every bit of that knowledge to his advantage.
In less than a minute, he had me squirming and writhing. “Oh!” I gasped as I drove my hips into his expert mouth, chasing my release like a crazed woman.
When I eventually exploded into his mouth, it was with a scream.
Before I could even recover he set his cock free. With his hands underneath my thighs he jerked me roughly to the edge, settled the head of his cock at my entrance, and plunged into me.
Jesus!
“Ahhhhh.” It was beyond satisfying to have him so tightly sheathed inside me. When he wasn’t inside of me, I felt the emptiness and the ache of his absence. I threw my head back and cupped my breasts in my hands. I massaged the heavy tender mounds.
Of course, that caught his attention.
He pushed my hands aside and began to mold my breasts, teasing and pinching the hardened nipples at just the right intervals. The brief shot of pain spurred my desire on even more. When he began to move out of me I quickly lifted my hips to meet his thrusts.
With my hands on the counter I hoisted my body up and channeled all of my strength into the swinging of my hips.
He slammed viciously into me, the smacking sound of flesh against flesh quickening every sensory nerve in my body.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he rasped out, and I set myself down so that I could do as he’d said. He lifted me off the counter, and flipped me over so my whole pussy and ass were on display.