Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Oh god, please don’t ask me that,” Darius groans.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m way too close already. You’re half naked, and you’re beautiful. You’re straddling me and holding my dick in your hand, and it’s heaven already.”
“Are you okay if I’m on top?” I’m trying to ask him if this is okay because this is what he needs since his shoulder gave way on the bed there. Is he okay? I don’t want to come out and ask him directly because I feel like I’ll embarrass him.
“More than okay. Is it okay for you?”
“If you promise not to wreck me with this beast,” I reply saucily.
His cock likes being called a beast, I guess, because it throbs in my hand and freaking expands, which I didn’t know was a thing. Well, apparently, it’s a thing. A very hot thing. And I’m on fire between my legs. Hot and aching and soaked and ready for this.
“Darius?”
“Hmm?” he murmurs.
I stroke my hand down his cock, and he groans. “I’m not…the whole sham marriage thing…I’m not infertile. I’m also not on any sort of birth control. Do you have condoms?” He freezes. But his cock doesn’t freeze as it’s still throbbing in my hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s just that…whatever we’re doing, we’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks, and no matter what we decide about how this should go, I think we’d like some time to get to know each other before we consider anything else. I…I’m just trying to be responsible. I’m not trying to say I don’t…I’m not trying to friend zone you again. Because that was so painful. So, so painful. I don’t think I can put myself back in that. It was torture, okay. Bad torture. I’m sorry. I’m making this super unsexy, aren’t I?”
He groans again. “Does it look like I think this isn’t sexy?”
Alright, so it doesn’t. He’s achingly hard, I’m achingly ready, and I need him inside me like fucking yesterday. “So, do you have condoms?”
“Yeah, in the nightstand. I think so.”
“I fucking hope so,” I reply.
“Me too.”
I leap up and race to the nightstand and let out a sigh of relief after digging around because I find one condom that looks extremely old. A quick check under the lamplight says it expires in a week, thank god. Good timing. The best timing—oh my word, that was a close one kind of timing.
I bring it over, and I’m not sure about what I should do with it. I mean, I know what I should do with it, but if I do it wrong, and I only have one shot, and it rips, I’m going to lose my mind. My vagina will hate me for life, and I don’t want her to hate me at all. I’d rather have a happy va-jay, so I give it to Darius, and he unwraps it with the same amount of care and reverence, and somehow, somefreakinghow, it fits on his monster cock just right. Where does he shop for those things? In the big and tall section?
“This might not be fair,” I inform him as I frantically tear my pajama bottoms off. I still have boring cotton panties on like the first time because, again, I wasn’t exactly planning for this. I kind of wasn’t not planning either, but wearing lace just felt wrong. Maybe another night. I’ll save that for another night. Or no panties at all because, yes, I can do naughty too.
“What’s not fair?” He stops with his hand on the base of his shaft. He’s a master with that condom, thank goodness. It’s firmly on, and it looks ready to roll. He’s actually looking at my face with a good amount of concern when he asks that question, which just shows that he’s the nicest, most considerate person on the planet. Because he’s not asking my boobs what’s not fair. Or my soaked panties.
“If you’re going to be the one on the bottom, then you’re going to win the challenge. You’ll probably get some great rug burns, which will look amazing on your perfect, sexy butt cheeks.”
“You haven’t seen my butt cheeks.”
“I know, but I know they’re sexy because they look incredible in any pants that you’ve worn.”
“Are you saying I have a nice ass?”
I swallow thickly, and my body feels like it’s going to explode. “I’m saying you have a very fine ass, Mr. Anderson Daddy D.”
“Oh my god, woman,” he exclaims.
“Is that an invitation to shut up and get on your cock and a promise that you’re going to change things up at least a few times to give me a chance to get some rug burns too?”
“Lord, Ev, I’m going to last half a second and waste this condom if you keep talking like that.”
“Half a second seems fair. I’ll probably come in less than that time because, uh, it looks big enough to reach all the spots with a single swipe.”