Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Besides, people disappeared all the damn time, and no one really cared about the underground outlaws of the world. People like him, Irish, and his crew were just crumbling brown leaves that withered away, blowing down desolate streets. No one noticed when they’d fallen or turned to dust, carried by the wind in a hundred pieces—and only missed by the trees they’d once belonged to. Those trees knew their names. Their hopes and their dreams. His roots were his family. The family tree had a new branch now, though… and it dripped with honey…
Honey had been on three back-to-back Zoom meetings from their kitchen, talking up a storm to her just as chatty friends back in L.A. They were discussing bridesmaids dresses, parties, and coming out to visit her soon. Archer passed by in the background a few times, giving a quick wave as his name was called out by one of her pals. He hadn’t realized how many people Honey knew and was cool with, but it made sense. People were naturally drawn to her just as he had been. She was irresistible.
He poured himself a cup of orange juice and a mug of coffee, then sat right out of camera shot. Papers were scattered about as he reviewed his latest business expenses, and just as he was getting into a rhythm, she was off her final zoom call.
“Baby!” She slapped her laptop closed, popped up out of her seat, came over and kissed the top of his head. “I’ve got to go look at this vintage wedding dress later today. You want to come? Finally got an appointment with the lady.”
“No, I don’t want to come, but I will if you insist.”
“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.” She rolled her eyes, then laughed. “It’s probably too small for me, but that’s okay. I have time to go on a diet, but I’ll need—”
“No, no, no.” He set his ink pen down and shook his head. “I don’t want you killing yourself to get into some fucking dress, Honey. You’re in great shape. You take care of yourself, and you’re shaped like a real woman.”
“Yeah, I know my body is fine, but I want to get into this dress if I like it, so sacrifices will have to be made. Just relax. I’ll eat some Danishes and ice cream to get my ass and hips back after the wedding.” She chuckled.
“I want you to keep the two Danishes on your chest and backside right now. I love your bends and twists. Keep them at all times. Ain’t nothin’ more fun than riding down a curvy road.”
She chortled at this and blew him a kiss, then walked over to the kitchen cabinets. Removing a pan, she sat it on the stovetop.
“You’re not payin’ me any attention, are you? You’re going to go ahead on a crash diet?”
He could see her smiling in the reflection of the double oven as she turned, but she didn’t respond. He shoved his papers aside, got up, and stood behind her, pressing his weight against her ass. Intertwining their fingers, he kissed the side of her neck and she leaned into his kiss, so sexy in only a satin magenta Asian style robe and a short matching slip. He lifted the material from the back and slid his fingers between her buttery thighs.
“Mmmm…” She moaned into his touch. He stroked softly, kissing her with all of the love he had to give. “That feels good, James…”
“It feels good, baby? Well there’s more where this came from. Don’t you lose one damn pound… All this softness… mmm! You don’t need to lift a finger. I’ll just fuck the weight off you. Then, after you slide down my dick, you can slide into that dress…”
Her wetness saturated his fingers as he continued to glide them over her soft, feathery folds. Pausing here and there. Making her suffer so sweetly.
“Don’t stop, baby… no…” She clutched the edge of the stove. He began to move his fingers once again, more firmly over her clit. She responded to his ministrations for his sweet torture of her incredible body made her groan and roll her hips into his pumping groin. Her body suddenly stiffened and her knuckles tightened as she wrapped her hand along the oven door bar. She shuddered and trickled sweet, wet joy onto his hand. Her inner thighs blessed him with her clear essence. Shifting his weight, he pushed his jogging pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles, then lifted her robe and gown a bit higher to her waist before slowly entering her and thrusting within her.
His thrusts were languid and easy. She purred deep as he took her, making her crave him more and more, judging by the way she cast glances at him from over her shoulder. Reaching around to the front of her, he stroked her soaking wet zone as he sped up his pace, holding her closer, compelling her to receive each needy blow. Her head rested against his chest as their breathing mingled like overlapping musical notes. Each exhale from her core became more labored and desperate for a grand release. He slowed ever so slightly, adjusting his tempo, then revved it up again, going faster and faster to the point she had to use both hands to hold on.