Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I drive deep inside her, and Iris cries out as my balls slap against her clit. Her hands ball into fists, and her jaw drops.
“Like that, yes! More!”
Not one to disappoint, I fuck her even harder, balls deep with every thrust. Each time, our bodies slap together with a spanking sound as my thighs connect with her sweet ass. I can feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter as she gets closer and closer to climax, and all that’s doing is getting me right up to the edge of orgasm.
I grip her wrists with one hand and use the other to take hold of her waist, tracing the womanly lines of her body. I’m practically drooling as I look down at her. She’s an absolute work of art.
Closer, closer, closer…
Her ass bounces with every thrust I deliver, and I slide my hand up and grab her breast as her pussy clenches down on my shaft.
“I’m so close, Jameson!”
“So am I, baby,” I groan, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
It only takes a couple of more hard thrusts from my cock before I feel her body go tense and her pussy clamp down on me like it’s trying to imprison me inside her.
She whines and cries out like she’s trying to say something, but all that comes out is the sexiest moan I could ever imagine.
I bury my length deep inside her, giving her all my inches, pressing my swollen crown against her cervix. My head tilts back, my back bends as my cock flexes, and I empty into her.
“Fuck!” she cries out as the first shot sprays inside her, coating her walls with my seed. Even I can feel it—hot and sticky, filling up every inch of her as I unload my balls. “Get me pregnant, Jameson!”
Her words shock me. My eyes snap open, and I look down at her, writhing on my cock, bucking back against me, pushing her ass against my thighs to keep the pressure on, ensuring that every bit of my seed will end up inside her.
Any hesitation that was there before is gone. Not only is she not worried about the chance of me getting her pregnant; she is actively telling me to get her pregnant. She wants it.
“Gladly,” I grunt, gripping her hips and holding her to me as I collapse on top of her. We’re both panting as the shower water rains down on us. After what feels like a long time, I eventually pull myself from her body and lean over her and look down at her beautiful face.
“What a shower.” She smiles.
“Oh, you liked it?” I chuckle.
“Best shower of all time,” she replies, giving me a silly thumbs up. Her eyes are mere slits; she looks like she could fall asleep right now if I let her.
“You know what I’m thinking?” I ask her.
“What’s that?” she replies.
“I’m thinking that we should go out for dinner tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? What for? Thai? Indian? Pizza?”
I shake my head. “No, I was thinking someplace fancy. I was thinking we get all dressed up and go to Burlington. You up for that?”
Iris smirks and takes a deep breath. “After what you just did to me, I might need a little bit of a nap first. Is that all right?”
I lean in and place my lips on hers, kissing her delicately. “Of course it is, baby. You rest up, and I’ll make all the arrangements.”
Chapter 17
Iris
I’m all dressed up.
I’m dressed up in a nice car, and I’m leaving Boxhurst for the evening. Jameson is sitting beside me at the wheel, and the sun is on its way down, casting gorgeous peach and purple colors across the horizon. It all just doesn’t even seem real.
Any other evening like this, I would be at home or driving around by myself, looking in the windows of other peoples’ homes, telling myself how happy they are and how perfect their lives are. But not this evening.
This evening I’m the one who’s happy. I’m not even paying attention to those windows as we pass them. I’m not focused on anyone’s life but my own. I’m so pre-occupied by the thoughts racing through my mind that it seems almost strange to me that I ever used to do something like that.
I mean—I understand why I did it, but I can’t comprehend it. But I was a different person before Jameson came back to me. My life seemed as though it had reached an impasse. Between taking care of my mom, taking a job at Jaguars, and knowing I’d never have the money to go to Boston for college, I figured I was never getting out of Boxhurst. The only two men who had ever shown me any real kind of care in my life had vanished, and I simply did not see a road that lead to a happy life for me.