Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Ryder,” I whimper, collapsing against his chest.
It's as if I'm fully in tune with every part of him connected to me. His thick cock stretches me, his fingers holding me tight enough to bruise, keeping him buried inside of me. My breasts are pressed against his chest. My lips are against his, as he kisses me gently. His fingers eventually start tracing lazy circles into my back and I force myself to open my eyes. His beauty makes my heart constrict. The fact he’s still semi-hard and buried inside of me is like a fantasy come true.
The longer the silence between us stretches, the more I feel uncomfortable. I find myself nestling my face into the crook of his neck—hiding from him.
“Fuck, Buttons, that was… Jesus.”
“Does that mean it was good or bad for you?” I ask—suddenly needing his reassurance.
“You're kidding, right? The way you moaned my name a second ago will forever be imprinted on my brain.” He rolls me over to my side and pulls out as I whimper, not wanting to let him go. “I'll be right back,” he explains with a quick kiss on my forehead, before going into my restroom. I only have a moment to appreciate his naked ass before he disappears.
He comes back in, holding a washcloth, and standing at the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
He opens my legs, and even though we just made love, his cum is currently dripping from between my legs and I’m deliciously sore all over from the way he stretched me, I panic at letting him see my pussy so blatantly.
“Cleaning you up, Tillie,” he says, as he slides the cloth gently across the lips of my pussy and my inner thighs. I’ve not had many encounters to compare it to, but no one has ever been this tender and caring with me before. He’s obviously enjoying it, too, because I watch as his cock grows hard again, and I admire his massive length that just filled me.
“Maybe you should hold off on cleaning me until we’re finished.”
“Aren’t you sore, baby?”
“A little, but I know you’ll make it more than worth it.”
“Why do you need to do that when we're just getting started?" I ask, laughing as the shock fills his face, his mouth dropping open in surprise.
He throws the cloth across the room.
“I knew you were perfect,” he groans right before he claims my mouth.
Everything seems too perfect.
If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up. Please…
Ryder
I look over at Tillie and find her staring at me. Immediately, heat rises on her face and her cheeks bloom with color. She looks back down at her plate, and I grin.
“What do you want to do for your day off today, Buttons?”
“Do?” she squeaks and there’s no mistaking what she’s thinking when she looks at me.
“I can’t take you again this soon, Tillie. I had no control last night. I should have stopped after the first time, but I couldn’t stop with just one taste. I had to have more.”
“Ryder,” she gasps, looking around the room to see who might be listening.
We’re at the local diner. I brought her here for breakfast because she needed groceries. I admit, I also did it because if we had stayed in her apartment where the bed was right there, I wouldn’t have been able to keep from claiming her again.
“No one can hear me, Buttons.”
She sighs, shaking her head. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” she asks.
“Nope,” I deny at once. “I’m trying to see what my woman wants to do today. I have to go back to Dallas soon and until that happens, I want to spend every second with you.”
“Shouldn’t you spend at least some of it visiting your family?”
“Hmm… my smelly brothers or my woman’s sweet, tight, wet—” She slaps her hand over my mouth before I can say the word pussy, making me laugh out loud. God, she’s fun to tease.
“Ryder,” she huffs, her cheeks still pink, but I think her anger is taking over for the embarrassment. Either way, it’s still hot.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Buttons.”
“Stop…” she says but I can see the pleasure on her face.
“Why? I’m just being honest. You’re gorgeous.”
“You almost make me believe you feel that way.” She’s studying my face and she looks thoughtful.
“Almost? How could you doubt it after what we’ve shared?” I ask confused.
“I… uh…”
“Tillie. You weren’t a virgin. You know what we shared was special. You had to feel that and tell the difference.”
“I don’t think we should be talking about this here,” she mumbles.
“I think we need to talk about this because it affects what we’re building together.”
“What do you mean, tell the difference?” she asks, making me frown.
Shit. Am I wrong about how she feels about me?
“Fuck,” I growl.
Tillie looks around before bringing her gaze back to me. “Ryder, we're attracting attention,” she chastises.