Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I thought you were Mr. Experienced, hmm?”
“I think you’ve got a future as a therapist,” I tell her, “and I’m not joking. You hit it right on the head there. This isn’t about your age. Hell, you’re more mature than me in many ways. You’re right.”
“Let’s say Brad somehow thought this was okay. Would you care what people thought?”
I squeeze her hips, almost mauling her with the passion that instantly flares in me. Leaning back, I look down into her eyes. “Would you?”
“Nah-uh, I asked first.”
I smirk. “Let’s answer at the same time.”
“Okay, three, two, one…”
“No,” I say.
She laughs. “Hell no.”
I kiss her, feeling so free. It’s a false feeling. It’ll fade the moment we go our separate ways. Then she’ll be on my mind again, but I’ll use that as fuel for training, as fire to stoke each repetition, each exercise. Then, after… But there is no after—just the fight.
She puts her hand on my neck. I quickly grab her wrist.
“You’ll make me lose control,” I snarl.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she whispers.
“Not here. If somebody saw, I’d kill them.”
“Really?” she moans as if she likes the idea of me being possessive over her.
“I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. Your curves. Your nakedness. Your perfect tits. How hot and confident you look and sound when you take control… It’s mine, Mary. All of it. All of you. Just mine. Nobody else’s. You fucking belong to me.”
“Take me then,” she whispers with a note of danger, her breath warm against my neck.
“Don’t tempt me.”
“What if I like tempting you, huh?”
Oh, hell, she’s moving her hand higher on my leg toward my thick stiffness. I’m completely swollen and ready. We kiss again, and I move my hand up her leg, pushing down on her pussy through the thin fabric of her pants, feeling her wetness, her eagerness.
“Pregnancy makes you hornier, does it?” I say between kisses.
I feel the shape of her smile against my lips. “Apparently so…”
We should stop. I meant what I told her. If anybody else saw us, I’d lose it. I’d snap, but when I feel her warm juices, something primal snaps in me.
“You’ll need to go on top,” I tell her. “Slide your pussy down my length. Sit on my lap. Can you do that, good girl?”
“I’m not a good girl anymore,” she says breathily, moaning as I rub her thick lips, finding her clit, pushing my finger down against it. “I’ll never be her again. I’m not the girl who had a crush on you. We’re starting a new chapter together—”
“You had a crush on me?” I cut in.
One of her just-Mary shivers moves through her body, partly because I’m still rubbing her needy slit and partly because of my question. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I should’ve said. I hope it doesn’t weird you out.”
She slides her hand over my cock on the outside of my pants, rubbing her warm palm up and down my length. My rod somehow gets even harder than it already was, so much precome leaking from me. She rubs quicker when she hears my groans, making me rub faster.
“I don’t give a damn about how you felt,” I tell her. “I care about how you feel.”
“I feel pretty good, honestly.” Her laugh turns into a moan when I slide my hand down her pants and smooth my fingers over her naked pussy, so wet, her juices smeared all over her lips and her clit. I rub the needy nub of her clit, obsessed with her moans, her pleasure.
As she wriggles against me, I quickly check the surroundings, but still nothing. I should stop and take her someplace else, someplace without risk. Then her hand is clawing at the drawstring, keeping my sweats closed, and all I can think about is the warmth of her wrapped around me.
“Get your pants off,” I growl, “but keep your sweater on. Nobody gets to see those tits except for me, ever.”
At least this way, there’s no risk of anybody seeing her ass or her perfect pussy. I wriggle out of my pants as she does the same, then I push my seat back, reach over, grab her, and pull her into my lap. My hard dick glides against her folds as she sits on top of me, grabbing the headrest as I support her back, meaning she doesn’t have to hold herself up.
“You’re strong,” she whispers as my hard tip rubs against her folds, trying to slip in.
“Carrying you is easy,” I tell her, “because you’re the perfect damn size.” Slowly, I lower her onto my cock. “Reach down and guide me inside you.”
She grabs my base, squeezing, letting out the most ball-tingling moan. She makes me feel high, makes me feel lost. My tip pushes against her entrance, both of us shaking as I lower her inch by inch, her walls gripping me more confidently this time, like she’s ready.