Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
"Hey," I say when I see her.
"Hey yourself," she says, and I can see she’s sitting in bed. "You look good. Have you done something to your hair?" she asks, and I walk to the couch and sit down.
"If you count being pulled during sex a hairstyle, then yes I have," I say, and she laughs. I look up to see Wilson walking down the steps in his white boxers.
"Where are you?" she asks, her face coming closer to the screen.
“At a friend’s," I say, not sure what to call him.
"Does your friend have a name?" she asks, laughing.
"He might, listen, when you come down this weekend." I change the subject, crossing my legs. "We have to have coffee."
"Sounds good," she says. "By the way, tell your friend he needs to start pulling on the left side, the right side is higher.” I laugh and disconnect the call.
"Is that my shirt?" he asks, stepping to me, and I look down.
"It is," I tell him as he stands in front of me, his cock hard. "Is that my dessert?" I ask, my hand coming up to cup his dick. I pull his boxers down, and his cock springs out. "Hmm," I say, taking his cock to the back of my throat and gagging a bit. One hand goes to fist his cock while the other hand is going to the middle of my legs.
He moves my hair away from my face so he can watch me swallow his cock, his hips move, fucking my mouth. "I need to get in you," he says, pulling his cock out of my mouth and sitting on the couch now. "Ride me, baby." He holds his cock up. I slip the shirt off my shoulder and straddle him, pulling the thong to the side. He looks at me. "I owe you," is all he says when he rips them away from me. "Better," he says, slipping two fingers into me, my head falling back as he finger-fucks me.
"Move," I say, panting, needing him in me. The both of us are not even paying attention as he holds his cock up, and I slam down on him.
"Fuck," he hisses out as his hands come up to cup my tits. I move my hips up and then down over and over again. "This feels," he starts to say. "Like heaven."
I bend my mouth to his as he tweaks my nipples, and I have to let go of his mouth while I feel like I’m going to come. "I’m right there," I pant, moving up and down. My head goes back as I come on his cock. My juices run down his balls as I slam back down over and over again.
"I’m going to come," he says. I just nod at him as I lean back, putting my hands on his legs. His thumb goes to my clit as he plays with it, and we both come together.
I collapse against his chest. "Fuck, how does it get better than the last time?" I ask him, and he just stares at me. "What happened?"
He sits up now, his cock going deeper in me. "We didn’t use a condom."
My eyes go wide as I jump off him as if you just doused me with ice water in a bucket. "On my God," I say, looking at his cock and seeing that there is no condom there. "Oh my God." I point at his dick.
"I was going to say something, but then you just slammed onto my dick," he says, looking at me and he’s not even freaking out.
"Don’t blame me." I put my hands on my hips. "You had your fingers going. I was in a daze." I put my hand on my head. "I’m on the pill," I say to him. "But, um."
He gets up now. "The last person I was with is you," he tells me. "I got tested last month."
"Well, I haven’t been tested," I tell him. "But you were the last one I was with."
"So, then, it’s fine." He kisses my lips.
"But, um." I put my hands on his chest. "Is this?” I try not to sound suddenly needy, and he laughs.
"Is this what, Frances?" He says my full name, and I glare at him. "What do you want to ask?"
"You’re an ass," I hiss at him and turn to walk away. I don’t take two steps before his hand is around my waist, pulling me to him.
"I better be the only man." His cock pushes into my back. "Because you’re the only woman I want in my bed."
His words fill me with an emotion I don’t know what to do with. "Maybe," I say, trying not to laugh. He spins me around and tosses me over his shoulder. His palm comes up and slaps me right on the ass. "Brad Wilson.” I call his full name, shocked that he just manhandled me with a blink of an eye. He carries me up the steps two at a time, and by the time he’s done with me, I’ll tell him anything he wants.