Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Fuck. So good.
Her eyes lowered to my dick when I started to stroke it. Lip caught between her teeth, she moved her hand to the bed and blindly picked up a condom.
It was one of mine. Tori must’ve been digging through my shorts.
“Gonna spank you while I fuck you this time,” I told her, thinking back to my earlier desires before she mounted me and shot that plan to shit. I climbed on the bed and watched her lick her lips, nodding quickly. She wanted that, too. Then I pushed her back and hovered over her, hand beside her head while the other palmed her tit.
She gasped and arched into me.
“You’re gonna be tired tomorrow,” I promised, bending to take her mouth.
“’Kay,” Tori whispered.
“Probably sore, too.”
She smiled against my lips. I felt the foil wrapper of the condom press to my chest.
“’Kay,” she whispered again, this time sounding happy as shit about that possibility.
Hearing that, I didn’t smile. I fucking grinned.
Then I got back to kissing her and got started on making good on those promises.
* * *
I realized quick that having any set plans in my head about how Tori and I were going to spend our time fucking was a goddamned waste.
Not that we wouldn’t end up possibly doing what I was anticipating, but right off the bat? The second we saw each other?
Fuck no.
Sex with Tori Rivera wasn’t thought out and predicated. It wasn’t routine.
It was chaos.
It was colliding bodies and clothes tearing. It was knocking shit over just to get to each other and then fucking on top of that same shit you just knocked over, ’cause you needed it now. Desperate. You couldn’t get it fast enough. It was barely getting through the door and furniture breaking.
It was dirty and rowdy and the kind of crazy that drove a person mad ’cause they wanted it like that. They needed it. They couldn’t wait.
And that was just after the third night I showed.
After getting the kind of welcome I’d gotten on Friday, I wasn’t sure what to expect showing up at Tori’s on Saturday.
It was after ten, so she might’ve been asleep. I might need to wake her if she wasn’t waiting up like before.
But when I swung my leg off my bike after cutting the engine and looked up, primed to start walking up the driveway, I saw that wasn’t going to be the case. Tori was standing in the doorway waiting for me. Her body wrapped in that green Christmas quilt. Her shoulders bare, giving indication she was naked underneath.
I couldn’t get to her fast enough.
And when I did, I did not fuck her with her tits pressing against the glass shower door, like I was anticipating. We didn’t make it upstairs.
Tori dropped the quilt the second I stepped inside, proving I was right, she was naked, then after attacking each other like kissing was something that felt just as good as fucking, spending minutes just doing that, nothing else, I took her hard and fast against the small table she had in her entryway.
Had because we broke that shit. And that was good quality wood, too. Sturdy.
Tori thought it was funny the table broke. She wasn’t mad.
And I eventually got her tits pressing up against the glass shower door, but not until after I took her on the stairs.
That juicy ass in my face. It was inevitable.
Sunday I couldn’t get to her until late again, considering Tori was working and I was spending time saying good-bye to my sister, not knowing when she was coming back around. After finishing up with Quinn, I spent the rest of the afternoon and well into the evening tracking down a replacement table. I had to skip out on family dinner since it took me so long. I ended up not finding shit in Dogwood and had to venture out to neighboring towns.
It was after eight when I finally showed. I used my key to get inside and was just finishing putting the table in place, arranging the picture frames on it the way she had before, when I heard a soft gasp from behind me.
I turned my head and saw Tori looking at the table, and when she lifted her eyes and gave up a smile that made all kinds of shit warm up inside me, tighten, twist, and do other weird shit I couldn’t explain, I went at her.
I fucking rushed at that woman like getting to her was a necessity greater than breathing.
And she rushed at me.
Knocked over the four brown bags of clothes she had sitting in the middle of the floor, which I later found out she had packed up and was looking to take out to her car for a trip to Goodwill, and since I rushed before Tori did, I got to her first, meaning when she knocked over those bags, we ended up fucking on top of them and ripping them open.