Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
THIRTEEN
AMOS
“Motherfucker,” I whisper in the quiet room. It took everything I had to walk past Genevieve lying in my bed, but the last thing I was going to do is get in beside her dirty. The drive and offloading the herd didn’t take near as long as I thought it would. Probably because my ranch hand Dave met me outside and told my ass to get gone, not that I did. We worked side by side, got the bison where they needed to be, unhooked the trailer, and then I drove my truck back up to the house. One trip later, and all of the bags were in the kitchen. The mess can wait until tomorrow for all I care. My mind was on one thing: Genevieve. I took the stairs two at a time, glanced her way, saw she was asleep, and moved as fast as lightning through my shower.
I pull the sheet down her body. She’s completely bare and lying flat on her back, one arm over her eyes and the other clutching the pillow. The only thing that’s missing is me buried in her sweet heat. I’m trying to figure out how to wake her up, with my mouth or with my cock. When Genevieve and I traveled home and then in our hotel stay that last night, we both made some confessions well after midnight. Her wildest desires, my fantasies, and we made a promise that we’d both make them come true. Hers is to one day be tied up, completely helpless, unable to so much as use her hips to get what she wants. But this one happening tonight, this is all me. There’s something about waking the woman up who has stolen your heart and only seeing you.
“Amos.” She squirms in her sleep, legs restlessly moving, trying to relieve the ache I’ve built up all day. I stay still, waiting for her to settle back in her sleep. She’s a sight to behold, hair tumbling around her shoulders, freckles here and there, plush bottom lip that I love to nip on every chance I get. Her tits are more than a handful, with light pink nipples that are currently begging me to suck them. Genevieve’s soft belly that I can imagine her carrying our child with. Hips that my hands ache to hold on to, and goddamn, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her cunt.
I’m unable to resist any longer. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold back if my tongue so much as slides through her wetness. My cock is dripping with precum. Jacking off in the shower wasn’t an option. The mere thought of using my fist when I have all this beauty laid out before me, there was no way I’d watch my come wash down the drain when I can watch as it slides out of Genevieve’s body.
My hands go to the inside of her thighs, opening them as wide as possible, then I move closer. Through it all, she remains asleep. With each movement I jack my cock, holding the tip to stave off the need to jerk off and paint her pretty peach-colored skin with my come. Jesus, the number of things I want to do to Genny and with Genny. I should leave her alone, walk away, let her find a man who’s closer to her age, but I’ll be damned if I’ll ever give her up.
I lick my lips, breathe her in. Our scents are mixed together, rocking my fucking world. I’m at her pussy in no time, dragging the head of my cock through her wetness. I’d sure love to know if she’s thinking about me in her dreams or if she fell asleep with the thought of me doing this to her. Either way, this right here makes me well aware she’s made for me. My eyes move from her face, watching to see if she’ll awaken to where I’m working both of us up. I slip inside of her warm and tight cunt, holding still instead of slamming my hips until she’s arching up out of her deep sleep.
Next time. I’ll do that next time.
I move in and out, slower than my cock wants, but there’s something about watching her pretty lips wrapping around the length of my cock. Seeing her soaking me with each push of my hips, rolling them in that way she’ll be tightening her center around me.
“Genevieve,” I say her name beneath my breath. So low, trying not to wake her up, but damn if I’m going to be able to hold back much longer. The need to move faster is pushing me to say fuck it, let her sleep through the whole damn thing. My mind runs away from me, thinking I should have grabbed my phone to take a picture in case she misses this moment.