Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Trace!” She tightens around me as I slowly piston my shaft in and out of her, knowing the sensations that are rippling through her body, Josie’s not going to last long, and neither am I.
“Get there, Josie. Come on your toy, then I’m going to come inside your ass.” The words are pulled from my mouth. She’s already ahead of the game. My eyes open, wanting to see her soft feminine flesh sucking the toy and my cock inside ass. She drenches both of us, pulling my cum from me. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts later, I’m shoved all the way inside her, and I’m coming inside Josie once again, marking her in the basest way possible.
“Josie,” I mutter, my energy depleted. She took it all with her and her sweet-as-fuck self. I slowly pull out, my cum sliding from her body. I have enough sense to pull the toy out of her wet pussy. At least I had the forethought to grab a towel and place it on top of the nightstand. I clean her up the best I can. A shower will come next, but first, I need her lips.
“That was… wow,” Josie mumbles once I’m lying beside her on the bed, towel thrown on the floor. I glide my hand beneath her neck, pulling her closer until I’ve got her mouth in my sights, and I don’t bother responding as I kiss her. No words are needed. I’m saying them all as I lick into her mouth, nipping along the way. Her hands are digging into my hair. Only when she’s on top of me and I’m holding her as much as she’s holding me does our kiss end, and I finally give in to my body, relaxing with Josie in my arms.
25
TRACE
The sun shining through the bedroom wakes me up. I already told my crew yesterday they’d be getting started today without me. A damn good thing, too, because I’m feeling every bit of my age. Josie is there in my bed, back and ass on full display, the sheet kicked off her body, reminding me of everything we did last night. When I watched in the mirror as she fucked her pussy with the new toy I purchased for her earlier. All while I spread the globes of her ass, working the lube and my fingers in and out her, stretching that tight hole until she was clamping down on them. Only once she was on the precipice of coming, I replaced them with my cock, doing all I could not to ram inside her ass, feeling the vibrator through the thin wall dividing her ass from her pussy. Damn, it’s making my cock hard, especially seeing my fingerprints along her lower back and ass. I’ll bet I’ve got a matching bruise on my neck.
I take one last look before I grab a pair of loose jersey shorts, slip them on, and head toward the kitchen, leaving Josie to sleep in. Neither of us got any work done. Dinner was pizza in bed, delivery style. When we were done eating, I took care of the trash, shut the house down, flipped off the television, and made my way to the bedroom. It didn’t take me but a minute to slide into bed beside Josie and her head was on my chest, hand sliding up and down my pecs, my own massaging her head, and we both fell asleep. I slept harder than ever. She’s clearly sleeping deeply. Nothing has woken her up yet, not my phone beeping from the other room. The main reason I’m up, though I know without a doubt the messages or calls aren’t from Wes. He’s currently holed up somewhere and not crawling out. Which means it’s time for me to do the dad thing. First, I’m going to figure out what fires need to be put out, then make the call to Wes, and if Josie is still asleep in my bed, I’m going work on her cabinets a bit more. Another few days, then they’ll be done. The only thing she’ll be waiting on is counters and hardware, a fuck of a lot less work than a total remodel, plus she’s yet to change anything up on it. That could be for a multitude of reasons—her budget, knowing what she wants—but I think this is who Josie is. She knows what she wants and goes after it. The independence streak in her makes her the person she is, even if it makes me want to take my hand to her ass again.
I hit the button to the coffee maker, grab my phone off the counter, and go through the call log, seeing it’s Bobby who called. Must not have been important; he followed it up with a text on what they’re planning for today and that he’ll call later to give me an update. Another missed call from my mom. I’ll respond to her later. When I get on the phone with her, it sure as shit isn’t going to be an easy one to make. Especially giving her the news. I’ve yet to man up, figuring I’ll meet up with my dad, see how he wants to navigate the situation, doing anything he can to cushion the blow. The rest of my messages can wait. A few need an estimate, others are junk telling me my account’s been hacked. Likely fucking story. Dumbasses. My emails can wait, too. There’s nothing pressing, only my paternal conscience to check on my son, even though there’s also a need to beat some sense into him.