Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“What can I say? You’re one of a kind, Fletcher Wild. And to answer your question, I could use another good soak in the tub. I’m not sure I’ve recovered from last night and, well, you’re really big.” She traces the tattoo on my rib cage.
“Fuck, yeah, I am.” I don’t tack on that she’s small. Her cunt probably won’t ever get used to my dick, it sure as hell hasn’t so far. I’ve taken Delilah hard, taken her slow, had my fingers in her pussy, and she’s clamping down on me before she’s close to coming.
“And now I’ve stroked your ego.” Her laugh is a balm to my damn soul.
“You’ll be stroking something else, you keep touching me.” Her fingers stop their ministrations for a second, telling me she likes that idea as much as my dick does.
“Promise? You still haven’t let me taste you completely.” Speaking of dicks, he perks right the fuck up.
“Later, you can sit on my face, and while I eat you, you can suck me dry.” I’m about to sit up and carry her to the bathroom. I’ve got a bath, some Epsom salt, and plenty of hot water for her to soak in. There’ve been times I’ve had to pull my weight at the peach farm. Days on end of work when I’m not scheduled for duty take their toll on your body when you’re not used to that kind of manual labor day in and day out.
“Don’t you dare take it back. Every time my lips so much as wrap around your cock, you find a reason to move me off you. One day, I’m going to wake you up while I suck your cock, then you won’t have an excuse.” Damn, she’s going all out.
“Anytime you wanna do that, Delilah, I’m fucking game. Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”
“Wait, I’m not ready to get up yet. I’m comfortable here.” The light jostling of sliding out from beneath her stops. I resettle how we were and hold her close to me.
“Then we’ll stay here until you’re ready for a bath.” Whatever Delilah wants is whatever Delilah will get.
“Will you take one with me?” There’s a hope in her tone. Maybe she doesn’t think I’d get in the tub with her. A lesser man may not, but I will.
“Yep. Any chance to have you wet, naked, and in my arms, I’m going to take it.”
“Fletcher.” She uses her feet on my calf to push her face closer to mine, and I know where this is going.
“I take your mouth, we won’t get in the bath, and you’ll end up so sore there’ll be no sex for a few days. Neither of us wants that. I don’t want you sore either.”
“Fine, I won’t kiss you, then.” She goes back to tracing my tattoo. “You know, I’ve wanted a tattoo for a really long time but haven’t pulled the trigger.” I’m surprised by that, and she must realize it by the way she looks at my arched eyebrow. “It’s a want, but I’m not sure what I want, you know?” Each of my tattoos has a meaning. The clock on my sleeve is my parents’ time of death, the numbers on my knuckles are the year the peach tree farm was established, the wings on my other arm are reminiscent of my parents as well. Angels in the sky, so to speak.
“Whenever you figure out what you want, I’ll take you. My guy is in Wyoming. Lawson, my buddy, knows the guy, and all of them have their work done there as well. Only guy I’d trust with my skin.” I won’t be able to get away from work for a little while. The next time I do, it’ll be to take Delilah up to Wyoming with me. Let her meet the other people I call family.
“I’d like that. I’ve got a couple of ideas.” She takes my hand and brings it to the underside of her tit. “I’m thinking one right here to start out.” My pointer finger traces her flesh, thumb sweeping over her pebbled nipple.
“Fuck.” The second it’s healed, my tongue will be tracing whatever design she chooses.
“I think we should go take that bath now. If not, I’m going to beg you to take me, and sitting in an office chair for work isn’t going to help the soreness,” she all but purrs. She’s right. Damn, do I hate the fact. I want nothing more than to wrap my mouth around her nipple and suck it into my mouth.
“You got it.” I stand up before she has a chance to change her mind. My cock is hard as it is, and even with our combined cum drying between her legs, I felt her heated flesh. She’d try to take me again, and I’d be the selfish dick to take from her, too.