Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He threw me down on the bed, which caused the tee shirt I’d worn to bed to ride up, and as if he couldn’t wait, pushed the crotch of my new panties aside, released himself, and drove into me. I think I came before he even got inside me. What the hell has happened to me?
And what the hell is that? I guess my cumming made things a little bit easier because he slid even more of that thing inside me, and I didn’t have time to think about the fact that we just met and barely knew each other.
His hands, his hands were big and rough and sexy against my skin when he grabbed my waist and pushed my shirt even higher. I know I had a look of surprise on my face when I looked up at him, but he wouldn’t have known because he was busy looking down at my snatch or at what he was doing to it with that thing he was bludgeoning my insides with.
It was quick, fast, and hit the spot. I came twice and was still cumming when I felt his cock jump inside me. I didn’t think about anything, and it felt good to let him cum inside me without danger of anything happening because that peri bitch had killed off all my eggs any damn way.
It was a different kind of feeling. I don’t know how to explain it, like liberated I guess. But now comes the hard part. I’ve never had a morning after with a complete stranger before; what the hell am I supposed to do now?
“So, your boyfriend’s a cop, huh?”
I can just die right here and now. “Why do you keep overhearing me?” He shrugged, pulled out, and put that sledgehammer away but left his jeans unbuttoned. No wonder he pulled a blitz attack. Any woman with sense who saw that thing would call his associates on his donkey dick ass.
“Lemme ask you.” I had to find a way to get the heat off me. “Are you a centaur?” He laughed his ass off and pulled me up from the bed. Then he pulled my shirt off over my head, dropped his clothes, and carried me into the bathroom,
I can’t recall the last time I took a shower with a man. Kevin and I used to… “Hey!” He pulled my hair, pulling my head back until my neck couldn’t go any further. “You were thinking about him.”
“Was not. Okay, I was thinking it’s been a while since I showered with someone.”
“Asshole!”
Who’s the asshole? Me or the ex? Asshole!
JOLENE
I stood still while he soaped up those big hands with the thick, long fingers and started to drool. I didn’t blink, not even when he rubbed those hands all over my front. Usually, I use a washcloth but damn a washcloth, those hands felt just right.
He took his time washing between my legs, then slid one of those fingers inside me, then two, until I was up on my toes and humping away at his hand like a poodle in heat.
I damn near climbed the wall backward when he knelt in front of me and started eating the cooch. “Oh my…. Oh shit…. Oh damn…Oh mercy…. Ooooohhhhh.” My eyes crossed, and my legs gave out.
I started to fall and landed right on his dick. He got to his feet with that thing making its way deeper inside me, and all I could do when he pushed me back against the wall was wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on for dear life. Screams sound really different in the shower. If my neighbors could hear me, they’d swear somebody was plucking a damn bird in my house.
I don’t know how the shower ended; I just remember him taking my legs from around his ass after he was through washing down my insides with the hose he calls a dick and then being under the water’s spray. I pushed all judgmental thoughts aside and just went with the flow.
That’s how I ended up holding onto the wall, up on my toes again, getting plowed like a jackhammer from behind.
That was the sexiest shower I have ever had. I came out of the shower stall, holding onto the wall and drawing patterns in the steam with my fingertips. Every bone in my body had dissolved, and I was just a happy idiot. Even if this shit doesn’t last, I can go to my grave knowing that I had been fucked half to death at least once in my life.
Now, mind you, I enjoyed sex with Kevin, but I had nothing to compare it to before. I won’t ever tell my kids that had I met Damon before I met their daddy, they wouldn’t exist.