Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Shawna
I never thought it would be like this. Each time has been amazing and there have been several. He’s pulled one condom off to roll another on within seconds.
I’m not complaining. I love sex with him. He makes me feel so cherished and cared for. He’s not shy about showing me what he likes or how to learn what I like.
Now we’re lying here in each other’s arms and I don’t want this to end. I run my hand over his muscled chest and smile to myself.
His hand on my ass flexes. “You need anything?” he says into my hair.
“No, I’m okay.”
I glide my hand lower and run my fingers over his torso down to his leg. He flinches, causing me to pause and lift my head to look up at him. I search his face.
“Does it hurt? I’m sorry.”
“No, it feels normal. I just wasn’t expecting your touch.”
“Why? I mean, if you don’t like me touching you there. I won’t.”
“It’s not that I don’t want your touch, I just didn’t think… Never mind.”
“Josh, it isn’t as bad as you described. I was expecting something different.”
It’s true. He made it seem like I’d find him totally repulsive. Although there is discoloration on his torso. It looks more like blood has rushed to the location.
His leg does seem to have a visual, textural difference, but not like swiss cheese as he described once. It’s more like he leaned on a patterned mesh while sleeping, kind of like falling asleep on something and waking with the pattern on your face.
None of it took away from the view of his firm ass, strong-looking thighs, or muscular back when I walked in on him in the shower. I think the worst of it is on the outside of his right calf and foot. It’s still not enough to take away from the man himself.
He looks me in the eyes. I can see his thoughts running across his face. I smile at him and reach to wrap my hand around his growing erection.
“Come here,” he says as he grasps my face and tugs me toward him. “I don’t deserve you. You know that?”
“Yes, you do,” I breathe just before he crushes his lips to mine.
I smile into his kiss as I hear more than see the slap of his hand on the nightstand to grab another condom. He rolls me onto my stomach and straddles my thighs. I squeal in my head. Another position, I’m not sure which is my favorite yet.
I love them all.
I gasp loudly as he enters me from behind and grabs my hands beside my head. He laces his fingers with mine and starts to rock into me slowly.
“Josh,” I moan and tighten my fingers against his.
“I love you so much. I can’t get enough of you,” he says in my ear.
I moan as he starts to kiss his way across my shoulder blades. He’s so thick and long but isn’t perfect. There’s this pleasure mixed with pain that makes me crave him inside me.
Releasing my hands and grabs my hips, he pounds into me. His chest is pressed to my back as he used one of his legs for leverage to keep thrusting. I don’t want this to stop.
It’s so surreal. Even as I start to convulse—I don’t know how much later—I’m in awe and can’t believe this is happening to me. He pulls out and I still feel him as I throb in his absence.
“You okay?” he whispers in my ear.
“Mm-uh,” I murmur, already half-asleep.
He laughs and kisses my shoulder. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Chapter 51
We Like You
Shawna
I wake with a smile on my face as I stretch my arm over my head. Despite Josh running me a bath to soak in in the middle of the night, there’s a delicious bite of soreness between my legs.
My ass stings a little too from where Josh kept slapping as I rode him that one time. I roll over in bed, looking for his warm body and strong embrace.
I frown when I find cool sheets and no Josh. Sitting up, I look around and listen for him. Feeling alone in the room, I pull the sheet up to cover my body.
I look down into my lap and my thoughts take off all over the place. I feel so stupid. What was I thinking? All of my insecurities come to the surface.
My phone rings, grabbing my attention. I grab it and see it’s Josh. Tucking my braids behind my ear, I then answer.
“Hello.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry. Vernice slipped by the pool and cracked her chin. I’ve been dealing with getting her care for the last two hours. I’m just calling to check on you and say sorry,” Josh says hurriedly into the phone.
“Is she okay?”
“She’ll be fine. How are you?”
“I’m okay.”
“Sounds like I need to do something about that. After last night, you should be more than okay.”