Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
My hand slapped down on the back of her neck as she worked me. Fast and relentless. She had me at the edge in just a few fucking minutes.
My hips were rocking up into her mouth as she worked me in circular movements. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned, and she took me deep, and let me come down her throat.
“Nuh-uh,” I said when she rolled off of me after, ready to go to sleep.
Sitting up against the headboard, I grabbed her, pulling her against my chest, between my spread legs.
My hand went around her face, pressing down over her mouth as my other hand slid inside her pants and panties, and teased up her slick pussy.
My thumb found her clit and her entire body jolted hard at the contact.
A smile tugged at my lips as I started to work it and her hands slapped down on my thighs, fingers digging in.
My fingers slid down and slipped inside of her, thrusting lazily, then more and more quickly as she started to whimper against my hand and writhe against my palm.
“That’s it,” I murmured in her ear. “Come for me,” I demanded as her pussy tightened hard around my fingers.
Then just like that, she did, her cry muffled against my hand, her body trembling with the orgasm as it coursed through her.
Afterward, she rolled on her side, facing away from me, and I scooted in behind her, my arm draped over her.
And we passed the fuck out.
Crazy shit aside, it was one of the best fucking days of my life.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Shale
“I thought he was joking!” I said, standing wide-eyed in the kitchen in one of Junior’s shirts, drinking my coffee, when the buzzer sounded, and Barry went to see who it was.
Junior’s mom.
Just like his father said.
“I warned you,” Junior said, smiling at me. “It’s gonna be fucking never-ending. Especially now that you met my dad and uncles.”
“I only met one uncle,” I said.
“Uncle Johnnie was on the roof,” he reminded me.
“Oh, right. Okay. Ah. I need to… not be walking around in just your shirt,” I said, putting my cup down.
“I like you in my shirt,” he said.
“Yeah, but your mom won’t.”
“Doll, she knows I have sex,” Junior said, smiling.
“Well, she doesn’t need proof of it!” I said, rushing away as Barry let her up.
We’d sent Barry out for creamer first thing this morning.
He’d barely been out of the door before Junior grabbed me and bent me over the cold kitchen island.
He drew down my pants and panties, then kneeled down behind me, teasing my clit with his tongue until I was writhing and begging for more.
Then he was slamming deep inside of me and fucking me hard and fast against the counter until we both came in unison.
Barry had come back quicker than expected, leaving me only enough time to drag my panties up. The pants were stuffed in a cabinet.
Hence my mad dash to my clothes, and into the bathroom to put myself together. I hadn’t even run a brush through my hair after I’d rolled out of bed.
I knew Junior said his mom was really laid-back and not very girly, but I wanted to make a good first impression, damnit.
I mean, there was nothing I could do to fix the fact that his father and uncles’ first impressions of me were less than glamorous, but now that I had a chance to make a good one, I was going to take it.
But also I need to drag my clothes on, brush my hair, and brush on some mascara quickly because I didn’t want to come off high maintenance either.
“Good as it’s gonna get,” I told my reflection once I was done.
I’d gone for jeans and a tank top under my nicest cardigan in an uncharacteristically subdued beige color.
I hadn’t thought to grab socks or shoes, so I was barefoot when I made my way out, my belly doing flip-flops.
I’d never needed to do the whole ‘meet the mom’ thing before.
Sure, I’d dated. But it never really got serious enough to meet anyone’s family.
This felt really freaking important.
Because he was really important.
Starting that conversation in bed the night before had been really difficult for someone who wasn’t used to close interpersonal relationships. But I couldn’t have been happier about how it turned out.
I mean the man had practically invited me to move in.
“You sure you’re not in a relationship with Barry?” I heard a woman’s voice asked, tone teasing. “Because he sounds like he’s in love with you.”
“Oh, he is,” I said as I walked out. “I have just accepted that I have to share Junior with Barry,” I added.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting from Junior’s mom. But she was tall and slim with long legs, and shoulder-length dark brown hair. She was dressed casually in jeans and a long-sleeve blue tee.