Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
She slid along the bench seat toward him. Once she was outside on her feet, he squatted down and pulled her leggings and panties all the way down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and he immediately hoisted her up against the side of his truck. He took up the space between her legs.
Annalise wrapped her arms around his neck as he fiddled with his belt. They were hungry for each other, kissing like they’d been separated for a lifetime. He reached between them to position himself. In one smooth thrust, he filled her pussy full of cock. She cried out from the sudden, delicious intrusion. He pumped his hips, fucking her like a machine, the entire truck rocking.
“Such a tight little pussy.” He combed his fingers into her hair and pulled hard to the side. Vinny kissed the exposed side of her neck, sucking and nipping. She felt stuffed full, so completely dominated. He pounded into her hard, his muscles tense. She ran her hands all over his shoulders, arms, and back. He was toned and built like a man should be. This was a working cowboy, rough, dirty, with no apologies. All three men had a reputation for being reclusive and dangerous. And she had one deep inside her, taking away the ache, sating her every desire.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said.
“Yes!”
“Pull off your shirt, I want to see my tits.”
She struggled to get her blouse off as he continued to pump inside her. It felt naughty being out in the open air so close to the road. She was stark naked now, with Vinny screwing her against the side of his old pick-up truck. It was perfect.
“Feed it to me.”
Annalise had overly large breasts. They’d been a hindrance until she saw how much her cowboys loved them. She held one up between them, and he leaned down as best he could and wrapped his mouth around her nipple. The dual stimulation had her hurtling dangerously close to orgasm. She wanted this day to last forever.
“So fucking edible,” he mumbled. Vinny adjusted his grip, one hand under each thigh. “Come for me now, Annalise. I want to feel you milking my cock.”
An inhuman burst of energy had him ramming into her so hard and fast that there was no way she could hold back the inevitable wave building deep in her cunt. She detonated, crying out as her pussy contracted around him over and over. The wash of erotic pleasure made her eyes roll back in her head.
Vinny continue to claim her until he groaned, filling her with his seed. He slowed, then finally stopped. His chest heaved, his head resting on her shoulder. She kissed his forehead.
“Are you still taking me for coffee?” she finally said.
He chuckled. “Yes, Red, let’s go get that coffee.”
****
The diner was busy. When he checked his watch, he realized it was lunch hour. He could sleep for hours after his foray with Annalise, but she wanted to go for coffee so he’d walk it off.
They entered the diner, the bells chiming against the glass behind them.
“For two?” the waitress asked, a tray of food in her hand.
Vinny nodded.
A few minutes later, they were led to a window booth at the far end of the diner. They sat opposite each other. He beckoned for both her hands once they were settled. Her skin was soft and milky white.
“Maybe we could have a bite to eat, too,” he said.
“As long as you don’t ruin your appetite. I’m making chicken pot pie tonight.”
She was such a good cook. His mouth salivated just thinking about dinner. “Promise.”
“So how long have the three of you been together?”
“Oh, Lord, it’s been a lifetime. More than twenty-five years? I’m not even sure.”
“No family?” she asked.
“Not worth keeping in contact with.”
He really didn’t want to hash out his fucked-up childhood. It was one of those things he tried to forget, not reflect on. He’d spent more time in foster care than with his mother. That bitch didn’t deserve anything from him now that he was finally making a life for himself.
“Same for me, I guess.”
“I know about the stepfather. What’s all that about?” he asked.
She shrugged. “My mom remarried when I was a kid. Her new husband had two daughters from a previous marriage. For some reason, my mother took to them and brushed me off the best she could. I was unwanted and I knew they’d be rid of me if that were an option.”
“I can’t even begin to understand that.”
“I spent most of my time away in my room, out of sight, out of mind. My stepsisters were given every opportunity. I was tolerated until I finally moved off on my own.”
He squeezed her hand and took a cleansing breath. “And him?”
She looked down at her lap. “He wasn’t a father figure, let’s just say that and be done with it.”