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)
Her hips buck as I tongue fuck her beautiful, bare pussy. I lap up all of her arousal and tease her with my tongue the way she likes—fast and forceful, then so damn slow it’s agonizing. Her orgasm builds, and when she throws her head, I know she’s close. As she tenses and shakes, I grab a handful of her breast with one hand and press a finger in her puckered ass with the other. She gasps, forcefully running her fingers through my hair, then comes all over my face.
I eat her cunt like it’s my last meal. She tastes better than a sugary-sweet snow cone on a hot summer day.
When I stand to meet her heated gaze, I say, “I don’t get on my knees for just anyone.” I flash her a wink, proudly licking my lips and wishing I could kiss her.
Kaitlyn looks up at me with sultry bedroom eyes, and I place my hands against the wall, caging her in. I beg her with my eyes to tell me what she’s thinking, but we’re in a trance. One I never want to escape.
Kaitlyn’s chest rises and falls as the magnetic tug pulls our mouths closer. If she wants me to kiss her as badly as I need to, she has to be the one to cross this line.
Something dangerous brews between us—an avalanche that neither of us will be able to stop once it starts. When her eyes flutter closed, I cup her cheek and rub my thumb over her mouth. My willpower is holding on by a thread, dangling in our faces as we struggle to hang on. By some goddamn miracle, I take a step back and recompose myself so we can continue and finish.
Kaitlyn looks down at my hard cock, then turns around and bends over for me again.
“Break me,” she says over her shoulder with her blond hair stuck to her wet body.
Digging my thumbs into her hips, she eagerly spreads her legs and gives me plenty of room to thrust in deep with one swift movement. She groans as I slam into her, over and over. Heat rushes through me, and emotions I shouldn’t be feeling gather in my heart.
When I forcefully slap her round ass, she begs for more. Sounds of our bodies slapping together echo throughout the bathroom.
“Payton,” she cries out my name—which drives me absolutely wild—as I continue my pace. “I’m so close again. Don’t stop.”
“Say please, and I won’t,” I taunt, desperate to hear her say it. Beg for it.
“God, please! I’m—”
The words sit on the tip of her tongue as her body convulses and teeters over the edge. I continue my pace, pumping inside her and chasing ecstasy. As she tightens around my cock, the build takes over, and the explosion rocks through me. Kaitlyn sinks deeper, taking all of my come. Once I’ve spilled everything inside her, she squeezes her legs together and leans against the wall.
“That felt…” She struggles to catch her breath.
I study her expression as neither of us wants to admit we nearly lost control. Whatever is brewing between us is undeniable, but I’m too scared to risk it by making the first move.
“Hopefully, like we finally made a baby,” I add with a forced grin, and she softly chuckles.
“I hope so.”
“We’ll find out soon,” I say, moving to the side so she can get some of the warmth from the stream.
“I hate to break it to you, but that was only round one. Better prepare for another later.” She smirks, then steps out of the shower and grabs a towel.
“I’ll be ready,” I tell her.
When she walks out, and the bathroom door closes, I stand under the water and try to calm my racing heart.
How the hell am I gonna survive this?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KAITLYN
After my morning lesson with Starstruck, I hop off the saddle, brush him, then send him into the pasture to graze. I have an hour before I start working my next horse, but I also need to eat. Before making my way to the B&B, Dad stops me in my tracks.
“Kaitlyn!” he shouts from his office.
I huff, then turn around and walk back toward him.
“Yes?” I ask, looking at my smartwatch, hoping he catches the hint that I’m pressed for time.
“This came,” he says, grabbing an envelope and handing it to me.
Confused, I take it and pull the piece of paper from the neatly cut slit at the top. I read the first few lines and realize this is the official paperwork for the rescue. There’s an official seal from the state of Texas declaring the sanctuary as an official nonprofit. Of course we’d applied electronically and were approved, but holding the certificate in my hand makes it more real.
“Thought you could hang it in the office in the new barn,” Dad suggests with a proud grin.