Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I try to understand if this is an emergency, and as I’m typing my response, she sends another message.
Kaitlyn: I GOT A POSITIVE O TEST!
I check the time, and it’s not even eight yet. There’s no way I can break away.
Payton: I can meet you at the house in an hour when it’s my turn to eat at the B&B.
Kaitlyn: Works for me! I’ll be naked and waiting.
My heart rate increases thinking about it. I’ve never wanted Kane to rush while he eats until today. I try to keep myself busy and struggle to keep the thoughts of fucking Kaitlyn raw out of my head. While I’m overly aware of how her body reacts to mine, I try to remember that this is purely transactional. That’s it.
Forty-five minutes pass, and when Kane pulls up and parks his truck, I’m already climbing into mine.
“I’ll be back in an hour,” I tell him after I roll down the window.
He gives me a cautious look. “Going to screw my sister this early?”
I brush him off, forcing out a chuckle that sounds a lot like denial, but I wonder if he somehow knows what’s going on. Or maybe he’s just fucking with me like usual. When I arrive at my house, her truck is already there. Stepping out, I take my belt off, and Kaitlyn shouts from her room when I walk inside. I kick off my boots, then make my way toward her.
When I finally reach the doorway, Kaitlyn’s waiting for me in a bra and panties set that makes my cock hard.
“Ready?” She smirks, then slides off her panties.
“I’m ready to fuck that smirk right off your face.”
I cross the room and bend her over the bed. With her perfect ass in the air, I want nothing more than to run my tongue down her slit and taste her pussy.
I lower my jeans and boxer briefs, then stroke myself a few times between her folds.
“Fuck me,” she demands. I slam every single inch inside her, and Kaitlyn lets out a groan as she fists the comforter.
Digging my thumbs into her hips, I hold her waist as I pound into her. Grunts release from my throat as her tight pussy squeezes my dick.
“Yes, thatta girl,” I whisper, and the sound of my voice has her crying out.
When Kaitlyn reaches down to rub her clit, I encourage her with a smack to the ass. The vibrations from her hand movements as she viciously massages herself feel so fucking good. As Kaitlyn desperately searches for her release, I pump faster to find her magic spot. I love the rhythm our bodies make as we search for the ledge.
Her moans are magical, like the sound of wind chimes blowing in a summer wind, and I can’t get enough of her like this. When her body tenses, I don’t think I can last much longer.
“Go as deep as you can when you come,” she commands as her muscles convulse beneath me. She whimpers, pushing against me and creating more friction as we fuck like animals. We’re both chasing the high, though I have to remind myself that this means nothing. A minute later, my eyes slam shut, and I force myself as deep as I can while emptying every drop inside her.
“God yes,” she moans with ragged breaths, her hair a tangled mess as she rolls over. I laugh when she lifts her legs straight in the air.
“What’re ya doin’?”
She turns her head and looks at my cock. “That thing is ridiculously talented.”
“Don’t change the subject.” I push at her feet, which are still lifted above her head. She even points her toes for good measure.
“This is supposed to help guide your sperm to my egg. I’m just helping gravity do its job.”
“My boys know where to go. I gave them a pep talk.” I pull up my boxer briefs, giving my cock time to chill out before I dress. My eyes avoid looking at Kaitlyn from the neck down. Otherwise, he’ll be ready for round two at any moment. And we’re on a time limit.
“I wish there was a GPS inside my vagina to help them since the others got lost. On a serious note, I’ve read some pretty weird things people do, and they swear it helps.” She wiggles, then holds her hips up higher.
“And how long are you plannin’ to do that for?” I finally zip up my jeans and readjust myself.
“At this point, if they said holding a handstand for five hours after sex would guarantee I get pregnant, I’d do it.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and turn my body so we can still see each other.
“We’ll shoot for round two tonight after we eat dinner. Maybe a round three if you’re up for it,” she offers with a smirk.
“If I’m up for it?” I scoff. “I can fuck you ten times before work tomorrow. There’s no such thing as over-insemination as far as I’m concerned. Following your lead.”