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)
“That’ll be a first.”
“Fuck, yeah, it will be.” He stands, pulls his sweats back up, and lifts me in his arms. “Right now.” It’s then I feel his cock.
“Already?”
“Took you hard, Delilah. You too sore to go again?” He ignores his dick.
“Nope, not at all, but this time, I want to use my mouth,” I whisper into his ear. He walks us to what I’m sure is his bedroom, and I feel him the entire way. I think it’s safe to assume he likes the idea of me sucking him off.
“Turnabout is fair play. While you swallow me, I’m going to eat your pretty pussy.” I know Fletcher is going to make good on his promise, and I’m going to enjoy every moment I have with him.
Chapter 4
Fletch
Delilah is draped across my chest, completely wrung dry. I’d have thought she was asleep if it weren’t for her moving every once in a while. Her legs are tangled with mine, we’re skin on skin, and I’m finding I love having her soft pomegranate scent wrapped around me. I’d take her again if my cock weren’t fucking limp for the first time since I’ve been around Delilah and she weren’t sore. After I ate her pussy and she sucked my dick dry, swallowing my cum like she promised, we took a brief intermission for food: sandwiches, chips, and her chocolate chip cookies were as good as it was gonna get in the way of dinner. She didn’t seem to mind, both of us ravenous from missing lunch.
I swear coming inside this woman, she’ll be the only woman who gets that from me. Never in my life did I think I’d take a woman without a condom. Delilah Taylor has me questioning my theory on the no-strings-attached sermon I’ve been preaching. Call it trauma from losing our parents at a young fucking age, but I never wanted to do something similar had I settled down. Now here I am, wrapped around a blonde-haired temptation. One who could have me losing everything I’ve ever worked for—my job, my purpose, and my name.
“Fletch?” Delilah lifts her head from her place on my chest.
“Hmm,” I respond, pulling her closer to me. Her wet cunt on the outside of my thigh has my cock ready to perk up. Too bad I’m too damn tired. He’ll have to wait until we’ve taken a nap.
“Shhh, I can hear you thinking.” She moves her fingers from my chest, where she was drawing patterns, to my lips, holding her pointer finger in place to keep me from talking. “Don’t ruin my post-orgasmic haze by talking about reality. Let me have this for a bit longer.”
“Message received, loud and clear.” My hand grips her fingers, and I place a kiss on them, watching as she nods then settles down on my chest again.
“Good, there’s a lot to unpack. It can wait. We have plenty of time.”
“Not sure that’s the case. Someone told you my favorite cookies; I’d be willing to bet it was your mom. Which means she’s not an idiot and knows you came over here.”
“Fine, we’ll do this now.” She sits up, causing the sheet to drop to her waist, and my hand reaches out to palm a tit, thumb rasping over her cherry-tipped nipple. Technically, if I keep my hands on her, I’m not ruining our day. Hell, I’d much rather have this conversation with her riding my cock. I don’t think that will happen today, though, not with how she winced when I pulled out earlier. “I’m well aware my father is your boss. I’m also twenty-eight years old, I have my own place, I pay my own bills, and who I have sex with shouldn’t be anyone’s business. Least of all my parents’. That being said, we live in a small town.” She takes a breath. I do an ab curl to sit up and watch the desire blossom in her eyes.
“Legs.” I tell her, my hands wrapping around her shapely hips. Christ, there I goes giving us a chance to take a breather. I know the minute her pussy is near my cock, I’ll be lifting her up until I’m notched inside her wet depths.
“This won’t be difficult or anything.” Instead of plunging inside her, my thick cock lies along her slit. Should we need to break things up from the heaviness of this conversation, I’ve got not one single problem with fucking her.
“Try.” My head dips into the crook of her shoulder and neck, where I breathe in her scent of me, sex, and pomegranate. She smells like mine.
“Fine, as I was saying, small town. My dad is the chief, yada yada. We’ll play this out in whatever way you would like. I understand you have more to lose than I do. This is your career, and as much as I love my father, I’m not exactly sure how he would take us seeing one another.”