Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“No problem. Hey, don’t tell Austin what I said about feelings, okay? He gets mad when I bug him about that stuff.”
“No problem. I won’t say a word.”
After hanging up with her, I texted Austin again.
Hey. I just talked to Mabel and she said I need to have dinner at The Pier Inn. Want to go with me?
Meh.
Don’t be a stick in the mud. I’ll make a reservation.
But people will be there. I don’t like people.
I’ll be there. You like me, don’t you?
Only when you’re not trying to get me to do shit I don’t want to do.
Come on. Please?
Fine. But you have to let me eat you for dessert.
Deal.
OMG
Your dad better not be standing there reading your texts.
I made him take an early lunch. He wasn’t doing any work anyway. Just singing your praises.
Are you sick of hearing about me?
No. But I’m not productive when all I can think about is how you taste.
And all the places on my body I want those red lips.
And what I want to do to you when I get home.
My nipples tightened. I crossed my legs.
You’re turning me on.
I’m turning myself on.
I think you should come home for lunch.
Fuck, I want to…
I’ll serve your favorite meal.
Be right there.
When he arrived twenty minutes later, I was stretched out on my side on the dining room table, wearing just a black lace bra and matching panties.
He unlocked the back door and came striding through the kitchen, probably on his way upstairs. Spotting me, he stopped and stared. “Holy shit,” he said. “I thought you’d be up in bed.”
“Want me to move?”
“Don’t you dare.” He came toward me, and my heart began to pound. “I’m hot and sweaty.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Come here.” Standing at one end of the table, he grabbed one ankle and tugged me closer to him.
I rolled onto my back and let him pull my underwear off, then I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him push my knees apart. “Goddamn,” he said, his eyes on fire.
“Hungry?” I teased.
“Starving. I’m going to devour everything on my plate and lick it clean.” He bent down and stroked me with his tongue, one long, decadent sweep.
My stomach muscles tightened, and my legs began to tremble as I watched his head move between my thighs, his mouth slanting this way and that, his hands spread on the edge of the table. When he’d gotten his fill and had me arching and crying out so loud I would never be able to face the neighbors again, he yanked me to my feet, spun me around, and bent me forward over the table.
He placed a hand on my back. “Don’t. Move.”
I stayed right where I was as he hurried upstairs. He was back in less than fifteen seconds, and stood behind me once more.
I heard his belt buckle coming undone and rose up on my tiptoes, spreading my legs wider. I imagined him freeing his cock from his jeans and rolling on the condom, my core muscles clenching in anticipation.
Both of us moaned as he penetrated my body and began to move. I was already soaking wet, still sensitive from the orgasm he’d just given me. His hands gripped both my hips as he drove his thick, hard length inside me again and again. He was rough with me, the force of his thrusts rattling my bones, and I cried out with every powerful stroke. He was hitting some hidden spot deep within me, and my body tightened around him like a vise. My eyes watered. My legs hummed. I wished I had something to grab onto, but the table was wide, so all I could do was flatten my palms on its warm, wooden surface. Behind me, Austin’s breaths grew more ragged, his pace more frantic, his fingers digging hard into my flesh until finally he stopped moving and buried himself deep, his cock throbbing rhythmically as my second climax ripped through me.
When it was over, Austin braced his hands on the table and kissed my back. “Thanks for lunch. What time is dinner?”
I laughed. “You have a very healthy appetite.”
He pulled out and kissed my tailbone. “I hope that wasn’t too rough.”
“It wasn’t. I liked it.” I let him help me up and turned to face him. “Neil used to call me his teacup, and it always drove me nuts. I’m not some fragile, breakable thing.”
“Teacup!” he scoffed. “Fuck that. You’re more like . . . a beer mug.”
I laughed. “A beer mug?”
“Yeah.” He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment but kept talking. “Something sturdy and durable. I mean, you’re pretty and all, but you can take a pounding.”
“Is that a compliment?” Spying my underwear on the floor, I snagged it and tugged it on. When I turned around, Austin was standing there, ready to pull me into his arms.