Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You need boundaries for her,” I declared.
She licked her lips, her hand coming up and running down the length of my bare collarbone.
Her eyes went a bit glazed, and I grinned.
We’d been playing this game for the last few hours, too. Not actually doing anything overtly sexual, but definitely not shying away from it.
My cock, which I’d been hoping would behave since I’d been lying in bed with her plastered up against me, thickened.
She felt it now pressing between her thighs and smiled.
“I’ve missed you,” she said softly, trailing her finger down the length of my chest, stopping just before she got to the good part.
Grinning wickedly, I said, “I feel like we should reacquaint ourselves real quick.”
“Real quick?” she teased. “Why not real slow?”
“Because,” I said as I trailed my hand up the length of her thigh, stopping when I encountered only skin underneath the t-shirt of mine she was wearing. “Please tell me you have not been completely naked underneath my t-shirt for the entire length of that movie.”
How did I miss that?
Her sly grin was enough to set my blood heating again. “Then I won’t say it.”
I growled and shoved her shirt up, my fingers going to her very wet pussy.
Looks like I wasn’t the only one that’d been wanting this over the last few hours.
I shoved my underwear down just enough to free my cock, then I was notching the head at her entrance.
No matter how fast I wanted this to go, how much I wanted her, and how badly I needed it, I would always go slow at first as to not hurt her. Plus, it’d been a few days since I’d been inside of her, and that was enough time for her pussy to get unused to me.
Inch by inch, I settled inside, until I was filling her completely.
She panted, her eyes closed, as she held onto my biceps and groaned. “So full.”
Yeah, she was.
She felt so fuckin’ tight around me that sometimes it was hard to think past the feeling.
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed. “God, I just want it so bad.”
And who could stop when that was what she wanted?
I sure the hell couldn’t.
My eyes focused on her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, I started to fuck her in long, deep strokes.
Over and over I filled her and backed away, until we were both holding in place panting.
“I’m so close.” She groaned. “I just need…”
I knew what she needed.
Me.
My words. My body. My love.
And I gave it to her, bending down and practically collapsing on top of her while I worked my hips. She squirmed beneath me, relishing in the weight of my body pinning her down.
“God, are you close yet?” I wheezed. “Because I’m about to go whether I want to or not.”
She dug her fingernails into my bicep, and then came.
She cried out, loudly, and bucked her hips underneath me, trying to get closer but unable to accomplish it.
I all but collapsed on top of her as my own release followed directly behind hers.
Long minutes later, she patted me on the shoulder and wheezed, “Not that I don’t love you on top of me, Slone, but Jesus Christ, you’re heavy.”
Chuckling, I rolled us until I was on my back and she was sprawled out on top of me.
“I didn’t pass out this time,” she teased, placing her small palm over my still racing heart.
My eyes closed on their own volition, and I was reminded that I hadn’t slept the night before, and the long day was catching up to me.
That, and having the shit scared out of me.
“You didn’t,” I replied. “Want to go to sleep?”
She snorted. “What kind of question is that?”
Then we both promptly passed the fuck out.
CHAPTER 21
Some of y’all need to go to church. I don’t want you in hell with me.
-Caristonia to her sisters
CARISTONIA
“Hey,” my sister’s sweet voice said. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
I frowned as I sat up in bed, my eyes still filled with sleep.
My neck all but screamed as I turned to look at the clock.
Five in the morning.
“What is it, Crimson?” I asked softly, hoping not to wake Slone.
It was a losing battle, though.
Especially when Crimson told me what she did next.
“There’s something wrong with Coco,” Crimson said. “I went to feed them today like usual, and she’s lethargic and not looking too good.”
I was instantly throwing the covers off of my body and heading to my exploding suitcase on the floor.
We hadn’t woken up a single time last night, and the only thing I’d gotten out of it before we’d made love and then fallen asleep was my toothbrush from the very bottom of the bag.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I said, my stomach now in knots.
We were on our way back to the circus in under five minutes, Slone and I not even taking the time to brush our teeth or get dressed in clean clothes.