Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
The silence that followed was horrendous.
“Keep going,” I said stupidly.
Sam pulled back and stared down at me. “Did you just—?”
“Keep going,” I said again. “Please! It didn’t happen. I’m good. Keep going.” I reached up to try and pull his face back down for another kiss, but he was stronger than I was.
Instead, he gave me a giant, shit-eating grin. “You came.”
Cripes.
“No.”
“You did. You came in your pants.”
What would happen if I burst into tears right now? It would probably make for a really awkward goodbye followed by tires squealing as he peeled out of my driveway.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed. “It’s been a long—”
“That’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“—time for me. What?” I blinked up at him. “What?”
“If I so much as touched my dick right now, I’d come all over you. You’re so fucking sexy, Truman. That was incredibly hot.”
“Come all over me,” I whispered, too scared to say it fully out loud. “Please, come all over me.”
Sam’s eyes turned molten and stayed riveted on mine. He reached down between us to unfasten his pants. “Stop me, sweetheart.”
I shook my head.
“Touch me,” he said softly.
Instead, I reached for the buttons of my own shirt and began popping them open as swiftly as I could. When I finally got them all undone, I opened the shirt all the way and bared myself to him.
I didn’t need to say it again.
Come all over me.
Within seconds, he was above me, stroking himself and making low noises in his throat. His eyes never strayed from mine, and it made my heart stutter in my chest.
I reached out to run my hands up his powerful thighs, squeezing the muscles and feeling them respond to my touch. I wanted to feel the warm puckered skin of his balls, so I reached up with one hand and ran my fingertips under his sac. Sam made a choking noise in his throat and threw his head back. His cum splattered over my chest and stomach as he groaned out his release above me.
When he was finally done, he looked back down at me and fell forward onto one hand, propping himself above me. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard,” he admitted. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I wondered if he was going to leave then, prove my mom right when I’d overheard her tell Trinity that men only wanted one thing and when they got it, they were as good as gone. That had never made sense to me considering my father had never left her in all these years, but then I’d had my first kiss and furtive grope in high school and the guy had ignored me after that like I was nothing.
So I’d learned that maybe my mom had been right.
I braced myself for his swift departure.
11
Sam
I’d never seen anything as debauched and tempting as Truman Sweet covered in my cum. His skin was flushed with color, and his eyes were glassy. His warm brown curls stood out around his head like the quirkiest of halos, and his top teeth bit into his bottom lip, reminding me of what it felt like when I was the one who got to nibble on that plump skin.
“Let me wash you off,” I said, leaning down to press a kiss to those incredible lips. “Shower with me.”
His eyelashes fluttered for a second before widening. “Huh?”
I stood up and reached for his hand to haul him up next to me. “Which way to the shower? We need to get you cleaned up.”
“But I… I can do it myself. You don’t have to…”
“Truman, I know I don’t have to. I want to. I’m not done touching you yet.” I grabbed his hand and headed toward the hallway, assuming Truman slept in a main-level bedroom so he didn’t have to heat the second floor of the farmhouse.
When I caught sight of a bed with a pile of men’s underwear on it, I knew I’d come to the right place.
“Oh god,” Truman groaned, racing ahead of me and gathering them up to shove into a nearby dresser drawer. “Ignore this. Close your eyes. Stop looking at anything!”
He flailed around, looking for anything else he could clean up. I stood back and watched, especially enjoying the knowledge that my release was still branded on his skin.
“Truman, did you try on various kinds of undies for our date tonight?” I teased, leaning back against the doorjamb and crossing my arms in front of my chest.
He froze. “What? No. Of course not. That’s… that was simply a load of clean laundry I forgot to put it away.”
“You save up several weeks’ worth of underwear and wash it all together, apart from the rest of your clothes?”
“Never you mind,” he said absently, rushing over to straighten up the already made bed. “Stop being nosy. You don’t need to worry about my underwear.”