Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Vinny!” she gasps, her body bucks, and somehow, she fucking comes again for me. It has more cum unloading from me, coating her pussy in it. It’s a damn beautiful sight. She collapses against me.
I release my hold of her hand on my cock. She does the same, slipping her hands up my body to wrap around my neck. She hangs on, just leaning into me as she tries to catch her breath.
I cover her pussy with my hands, feeling my release there. I coat my finger in it before I thrust it back into her. She pushes her hips with me, fucking my finger. I don’t think she knows what I’m doing, but she’s not dumb either.
“You’re too good to me.” I kiss her neck, nuzzling her there.
She starts to say something, but an alert comes over my speakers, letting me know someone is here.
“What’s that?” she ends up saying instead.
“Your stuff is here,” I reluctantly say, not wanting to move. I had planned on washing her, but I guess it will have to wait.
“Really? That was fast.”
“Me or the boxes?” I half tease, making her giggle. “Stay and shower if you want. I already washed up after my workout.”
“You already worked out?!?”
“Yeah.” I press my mouth to hers in a kiss. “You put clothes on and not just a robe if you come out while these movers are here,” I tell her, dropping one more hard kiss on her before I get out of the shower.
“You’re bossy,” she calls after me as I towel off.
“Maybe, but I’m more possessive than anything when it comes to you. No one sees my wife any kind of naked but me,” I call over my shoulder as I head out of the bathroom, not daring to look back. If I do, I know I’ll be back in that shower doing what I said I wouldn’t.
Fucking her against the wall of it.
12
Julieta
“Thank you, Justin,” I say when I slip from the car.
“Of course, ma’am. Text me when you’re ready.”
“Can we drop the ma’am? Go with JJ?” He hesitates for a moment. “I’d appreciate it.”
“All right.” He nods his head.
“If you need to go and pick up my husband or something, you don’t have to wait for me. I can catch a cab or Lyft.”
When Vinny asked what I’d be doing today, I told him besides unpacking that I was going over to the diner where Rae works and having lunch with her on her break. He told me that he’d send Justin back my way after he dropped him at the office. I felt weird taking his driver when I’m fully capable of getting a ride on my own, but Vinny had insisted, saying it would make him feel better or he’d worry over me. I couldn’t say no to that. The concept of someone worrying over me is so bizarre. I shouldn’t want anyone to, but I loved that he would, nonetheless.
“Sorry, ma—JJ,” he corrects quickly. “You’re my first priority.”
“All right.” I stand down, knowing this isn’t a battle I’m going to win. I head into the diner and spot Rae instantly. Her whole face lights up when she sees me. She holds up one finger, letting me know she’ll be right over.
“Take the booth.” She nods to the corner booth before she grabs a piece of pie from the window to take to the table.
I scoot into the booth, grabbing a menu and cruising through it as I wait for her. My phone vibrates inside my purse. I dig through it and pull it out to see a text from Vinny. Excited butterflies take flight in my stomach as I open it, expecting to see something sweet.
Vinny: I’ll be home late tonight. A last-minute meeting has come up.
“Why the frown?” Rae asks, setting a Dr. Pepper down in front of me.
“Vinny is going to be home late.” I shrug, trying to play it off that it doesn’t bother me. It’s pointless. Rae knows me. I’m fooling no one.
“Vinny? Home?” She drops down on the other side of the booth. “You need to start spilling because your texts have been rather lacking since we parted ways yesterday.”
“I don’t even know where to start.” I pick up the soda and take a giant sip of my addiction.
“Okay, start from when I left you and go all the way through until now.”
“Can we order first?” I ask.
“You want the happy waitress. Then you’re going to ask me what kind of fries we have here because that is going to determine whether you skip the fries and go for the onion rings. I’m going to tell you we have thick steak fries, and you’ll have an inner fight with yourself about which to get. Then I’ll tell you I’m getting a cheeseburger so I’ll get the rings while you get the fries and we’ll share.” I put the menu down because she’s right.