Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
His hands shifted up, starting to tease up the cups.
And then there was a knock on the damn trap door.
“Go away,” Sully called, giving me a smile as his fingertips danced across the tops of my breasts.
“Troops are on their way in,” Nave called.
“Damnit,” Sully sighed.
Sensing the moment was gone, I slid back off of his lap and turned to start gathering up the blankets into a pile.
Sully sat there for a second, head tilted up, taking slow, deep breaths. Clearly trying to bring some calm back into his body.
“Hand me down some shit,” Nave called.
With Sully still not moving, I crawled over him toward the trap door, opening it and passing him the carafe.
“There’s a bag in the corner for the blankets,” Nave told me.
“Okay. Thanks.” With that, I watched him move back down the ladder.
But then I felt Sully’s hands on my butt, squeezing.
I looked back, seeing how I was on all fours bridged over his legs. Which, essentially, left my ass in his view.
“We have to go,” I reminded him.
“I know,” he agreed.
But then his hand slid down and pressed between my thighs, dragging a surprised, needy whimper out of me as his fingers teased between my lips, finding my clit with expert precision.
“Sully,” I sighed as his fingers circled.
“How fast do you think I can make you come?” he asked, circling a little faster.
“We can’t.”
“Can’t we?”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sully
There was no way I could fuck her how I wanted to with how little time we had.
But I imagined I had just long enough to get her to come one more time.
Or, at least, I was going to try my damndest.
When there were no more objections, my hand slid away and up, grabbing the waistbands of her leggings and panties, and dragging them down.
Bonnie stiffened, that silly insecurity rearing its ugly head.
But it didn’t last.
Not when my hand slid up her inner thigh, feeling the heat of her pussy from halfway down. My fingers met her wetness just before I pressed between her thighs.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, fingers teasing up her pussy, feeling the way her body quivered at the lightest of touches. “You want me to stop?” I asked as my fingers started to tease around her clit, but not quite touching her where she needed it most.
“No,” she whimpered, her hips already rocking impatiently.
“You sure?” I asked, my finger pressing against her clit.
The choked moan that escaped her had my cock twitching, just fucking aching to feel all that wetness of her coating me.
But I’d have to settle for just feeling her with my fingers until then.
Decision made, my thumb moved to her clit as my other two fingers slipped down, then pressed inside her. My own groan mingled with her moan as her walls tightened around my fingers, pulled me in, held on tight.
Bonnie went down on her forearms, her ass poking up higher for me, giving me a great fucking view as I started to fuck her with my fingers.
She pressed her mouth against her forearm, muffling her whimpers and moans as I drove her up. Circling her clit, fingers fucking her pussy harder and faster as her hips rocked, demanding more.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured as her pussy tightened, her whole body tensing as she got close. “Come for me. Squeeze my fingers.”
Then she was, her needy cries making me damn near come in my pants as her pussy pulsed around my fingers over and over, a never-ending orgasm.
When the climax finally released her, though, she dropped down on her side, her gaze slipping up to me.
Once I had her focus, I pulled my fingers up and slid them into my mouth, tasting her sweetness all over my tongue.
“Next time you come, I want it to be in my mouth,” I told her, watching the heat streak across her cheeks at my words. “Then… around my cock.” I heard the bikes rumbling toward the clubhouse, making me just barely hold back a sigh. “Sound good?” I asked, reaching down to massage her perfect ass. She gave me a jerky little nod. “Yeah?” I asked, wanting verbal confirmation.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. With that settled,” I said, landing a harder slap than I’d intended to her ass cheek.
“Ow,” she said, but she was smiling at me as she reached back to rub the sting away.
“Baby, you better pull up your pants before I say fuck it to this church meeting and fuck you senseless up here for anyone looking up to see.”
Her eyes were saucers then, finally realizing where we were.
In a glass room.
For anyone to see inside.
To be fair, I knew from experience that shit was distorted as fuck when you tried to look up from the ground or the street.
And the idea of possibly being seen had always been some part of the appeal.