Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Her feet didn’t touch, and that was okay with me.
The less purchase she had, the less chance she had of getting away from me.
Placing both of my hands on her ass cheeks, I parted them and bent forward, resuming my attack.
She cried out, and then tensed when I swirled one blunt finger around her entrance.
“God,” she breathed. “You’re sadistic.”
I let my beard trail up the inside of her thighs and she shivered as goosebumps broke out over her skin.
“I can do it…please. Just get inside of me.”
I knew she could, but I was going to taste this one before I released inside of her.
And she knew it, too, as she turned her head to the side and watched me lick her through the mirror over her dresser.
I penetrated her with a third finger, I sucked harder on her clit, and that was all it took.
She tried to get her knees under her to pull away, but I held her tight with my shoulders, pinning her to the bed as I continued to my oral assault on her pussy.
Once she was finished contracting around my fingers, she was breathing hard, and I was nearly bursting.
Standing, I straddled her backside.
It took two rough strokes of my cock over her tight ass before I was coming, the juices of her pussy lubing my hand as I jerked off.
White splashes of cum landed on her back and ass, and by the time I was falling over to the bed beside her, I was heaving out my breaths right along with her.
I was sweaty, hot, and sated.
And I wanted nothing more than to lie here and do that a hundred times over again.
“That was the hottest, best sex I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I think I need a smoke and a drink now,” she mumbled into the mattress.
She lay still, not quite able to move yet, and I liked the sight of my release decorating her back, so I stayed right where I was, too, gathering my wits and staring at the beautiful woman beside me.
“I need a towel,” came her muffled reply.
I snorted and got out of bed, snatching my underwear off the floor, and my pants off the bed post, before heading to the bathroom.
Pulling on my underwear, followed by my pants, I left them zipped but unbuttoned and then grabbed the rag off of the towel holder and wet it down.
Wringing it out, I walked back into the bedroom only to find her in the same position, face down on the bed.
“You okay over there?” I asked her, placing the wet rag against her back and methodically cleaning my release from her.
She squeaked when the cool towel hit her skin, and goosebumps broke out over her back, arms, and legs.
A tease of sorrow hit me as I cleaned the last remnants of my release off completely, and I tossed the rag a little harder than I should have, beaming the wall across the room with it before it fell into the hamper underneath.
“I better not have jizz on my walls,” she muttered, turning her head.
I smiled and dropped a kiss to her cheek before getting up and searching for my t-shirt.
“Have you seen my tee?” I asked. “I have to be at a class in about thirty minutes.”
“The last time I saw it, it was out in the living room,” she muttered, eyes closing once again in the early morning sunlight that was streaming through her partially open blinds.
I buttoned my pants and hooked my belt as I made my way to the living room, spotting my fucking tee exactly where she said it was, but annoyed to find the goddamned cat sitting on it, cleaning its ass.
“Get off, fucker,” I muttered, yanking it out from underneath him.
The cat lithely got to his feet, tossed me a hiss, and then walked off with his tail twitching in the air.
I curled my lip and shook out my shirt before I shrugged it on.
Immediately, I sneezed.
I was allergic to cats…had I mentioned that?
Not so allergic that I couldn’t be in the same house with them, but allergic enough that if they slept on my goddamned shirt, I would be sneezing and likely itching until I could get a shower.
I’d just turned the corner to head back to her room when I stopped in my tracks.
She was standing there, leaning against the wall, waiting for me.
“You don’t like my cat?” she guessed.
I snorted.
“No,” I murmured. “But only because I’m allergic to them.”
Her eyes widened.
I sneezed again.
“I…don’t know what to do,” she finally admitted.
I winked at her.
“It’s okay. I’ll go home, take a shower, and everything will be back to normal…promise.”
She pursed her lips.
“Trust me.” I held up my hands, one in the air, and one out flat, like I was swearing on a bible.