Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
He grabs at my bag, digging for another condom himself this time. “Get up there,” he directs, pointing at the chaise with a lift of his chin.
I don’t have any smart words this time. I do as I’m told, as quickly as I can, lying back on the chaise with my legs open wide. I slide my fingers over my clit, spreading my slickness over my entire pussy. I’m on the edge already, just from how sexy sucking him off was.
Sheathed, he approaches the foot of the chaise, his eyes pinned to what my hand is doing. “See anything you want?” I offer.
In response, he grabs behind my knees and jerks me down the chaise so far that my ass is hanging off, but he holds me tight, not letting me drop an inch. He guides my legs up onto his shoulders, which puts me in a slightly upside-down position with my weight resting on my upper back, but it gets my pussy at just the right level for his cock to slide into me easily. A cry of ecstasy escapes as Chance grips my ass, his fingertips digging sharply into the tender flesh to hold me in place securely.
He slams into me, pounding deep as he pulls me onto him, fucking me while making me fuck him back. “Touch yourself again.”
I know I’m a sloppy, wet mess already, but I reach two fingers toward his mouth. He dips down, sucking them to coat them with his spit, and I use his saliva to rub over my clit. Long swipes quickly become blurringly fast, short strokes, and the combination of Chance fucking me and the focus on my clit is too much, putting me on edge in an instant. “More,” I beg, not even sure what I want more of. All of it? Him?
Chance licks his lips, and I pause, letting him drip more spit onto my clit, greedily using it for my pleasure. He growls, his eyes watching my movements hungrily as his hips piston fast and hard. “Come, Sam. I want to feel this pretty pussy come on me.”
I fly apart, shattering into a million pieces and gushing fluids over our connection. Somewhere in the blackness of my own ecstasy, I feel Chance jerking as he explodes inside me. “Fuck,” he grunts.
Once the sparkles leave my vision, I look up at Chance as he helps me lower my legs. I must look wild—panting, sweaty, and smiling crazily—because he asks, “You okay?” Even when he’s rough, he’s caring.
I nod, stretching luxuriously. “Mmm, more than okay. You?” He flashes a grin, but there’s a shadow of doubt in his eyes as he scans me. “Hey, I’m good. That was amazing. Just like round one, only different.”
He sighs, clearly content but at the same time in his thoughts. “Yeah, different. I guess I never thought I’d like—"
He trails off, looking like he’s doing some soul searching.
“No judgment, just trying new things,” I assure him. “Doesn’t mean it’s your thing, but at least you tried. I think you could use a shower and some room service. Yeah?”
Aftercare can take many forms, but at its core, it’s to prolong the intimacy between partners after sex and provide a sense of connection, and it should go both ways. I start to get up, and Chance takes my hand, helping me to my feet. Standing before him, I lift to kiss him gently and press my hand to his chest, over his heart, which is thudding rapidly.
“What if it is my thing?” he whispers, sounding like his entire self-view just went haywire.
I smile as I run a finger along his jaw, feeling the slight beginnings of a five o’clock shadow. “Naughty Boy Scout? I think that might be my new kink,” I tease.
CHAPTER 6
SAMANTHA
“Do I seriously have to go with you? For real? You could drop me off at home, ya know?” Olivia says flatly. Her annoyed tone drives me insane, but if I mention it, she’ll simply quit speaking at all, so I grip the steering wheel tighter and force a smile.
“Home is in the opposite direction, and a little time in the sunshine will do you some good,” I reply, trying to sound positive. “Don’t worry, you can stare at your phone at the park as easily as you can in your room.”
She huffs out a tortured sigh, and without looking, I can sense her eye roll. “Whatever,” she mutters to the window.
Great job, Samantha. Sarcasm’s exactly what Olivia needs.
The chastisement of myself doesn’t help. I know better and do better with practice therapy sessions, but with my own sister, I fall into sibling bitch-fest habits from our younger days.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I add, trying to course correct. “But Luna asked if I could meet her and Gracie at the park. I swear it’ll be fast.” I hope I can keep that promise, but Luna didn’t say what she needed, only that she needed me.