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)
Clothes were everywhere by the time we finished an hour later. The ones she packed up and the ones we were wearing, which now had tears in them from our frantic removal.
Tori laughed at that, too, and offered one of her Goodwill sleeping tees for me to wear home.
It had No Pants Are the Best Pants on the front and smelled like her skin.
I wore it home.
Now it was Monday and I was getting to Tori’s without any anticipations for tonight. The only thing guaranteed was the sex, however we’d end up having it, and the eating we’d be doing since I was providing dinner.
Thai.
Tori had five business card magnets from Bangkok Orchid on the side of her fridge. I figured there was a good chance of her liking their food.
I entered with my key again, not knocking, stepped inside, and kicked the door closed, then I started crossing the room with the bags in my hands, hollering out, “Legs. Where you at?”
She came around the corner from the direction of the kitchen, not speaking but drawing my attention anyway.
I froze a foot away from the couch, head turned and eyes lowered, focused on her tits. She was topless.
Fuck.
I stared for a breath, then my eyes kept lowering, being drawn down there, too, skimming over her belly to just below. I stopped on tight, black material clinging.
Fuck.
“Hey,” Tori said in the softest, sweetest voice I’d ever heard her use.
I glanced up into her face then immediately looked back down, chest heaving, nostrils flaring, and dick growing hard against my zipper.
“Sex pants,” I murmured.
Sweet fucking Christ. She was gonna kill me.
Tori started moving closer, made it two steps, and then she stopped.
“You went to Bangkok Orchid?”
I blinked up at her after she spoke, brow furrowing. “What?”
Bangkok what? What the fuck was she talking about? And why was she even talking? We should be fucking already. She was wearing those goddamn pants.
Her hands flattened on her stomach, her eyes widened, focused on the bags, then she started moving toward me again, faster now. “Oh, my God, I love their food. Please tell me you got the pineapple fried rice,” she begged excitedly.
I looked down at the two bags in my hand.
“I’m starving. I haven’t eaten yet,” she added, reaching me and reaching out, looking to take a bag and start eating.
Before she could grab it, I dropped the one bag onto the floor, not giving a shit about food, eating, breathing, nothing else that wasn’t involving us fucking, then I turned to face her, snatched her hand out of the air that was inches away, and forced it against the front of my shorts.
Tori gasped when she felt my dick.
It was hard. It was throbbing. And she needed to get on it immediately.
In case that message wasn’t coming through clear enough, I spelled it out for her.
“We’re fuckin’ first. Right here. Couch or floor, but I’d prefer couch since you’re gonna be ridin’ me. Still got rug burn on my back from yesterday and don’t feel like adding to it. Shit’s hot, but it sucks in the shower. Those tits are gonna be in my face the entire fuckin’ time, and I don’t know how it’s gonna be possible but you’re keepin’ those pants on. Rip ’em to get me inside. Pull ’em down a little. Whatever. I’ll let you figure it out. Then after we both get off, we’ll get to the food I brought, which includes the pineapple fried rice. Shit looked good so I got two orders of it. But you ain’t touchin’ the food, babe, until after we fuck. I’m firm on that. You got me?”
She blinked. Her hand tensed around my zipper, putting pressure there I took as a yes.
The other bag of food hit the floor. My back hit the couch after grabbing a condom out of my shorts. Tori’s pants were ripped down the middle seam at her pussy, and a second later, I discovered she was bare underneath when she sank down, putting me inside.
Chapter Thirteen
TORI
“Oh, God. I’m so close,” I moaned, back arched, head thrown back, hands gripping strong, powerful thighs beneath me and hips jerking frantically, chasing that miraculous feeling that was building and building fast thanks to Jamie’s cock and that piercing I wanted to dedicate my nightly prayers to. Also, the filthy words coming out of Jamie’s mouth. Those were helping in a big, big way.
“Yeah … look at you. Taking my dick like you were made for it. So fuckin’ hot, Tori.”
“God, your tits. Shake em’. Fuck yeah. Wanna stare at these all fuckin’ day.”
“Nothin’ like it. Jesus. Ain’t nothin’ like your cunt. Nothin’ feels this good, baby.”
He always talked during sex. Jamie was never quiet, but God, it seemed like the more we did it, the hotter his words became.