Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I started to bounce on about one-fourth of his length. Huck pulled the shirt up and over my head and held my waist while his eyes watched my breasts rise and fall with each move I made. I started going faster, feeling the buildup. The metal bar rubbed me, and I realized I might be in love with that piercing.
“That’s it,” Huck said. “Be a good girl and get yourself off on my cock.”
The dirty talking … yes, I needed the filthy words. I was close.
“I want to see you squirt all over my cock.”
“Oh God, Huck,” I moaned. “Oh, oh.”
The surge was there. My body began to tremble, and I cried out his name some more like a chant before it burst free. Huck held me, keeping me from falling forward onto him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.
I could feel the now-familiar release, and I knew that was what he was watching. I continued to jerk and cry out in his arms as the pleasure hit me several more times before it stopped. Gasping for air, I looked down and saw his soaked hard length. I guessed this was something that I was going to do and needed to get used to it.
“I got the chair wet,” I said.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He picked me up and placed me in front of him.
“You didn’t get off.” I pointed out the obvious as he stood up.
“Not yet, but I’m about to. Bend over and put your hands on the table. I’m going to come all over this juicy ass.”
Oh my. Okay. Obeying him excited me. Huck palmed my butt cheeks with one hand while he stroked his cock with the other. He grabbed a side and made it jiggle, then groaned. He continued to slap it just hard enough for the extra fat back there to bounce. I watched him over my shoulder as he pumped himself harder. His slaps on my butt got more forceful.
I realized I was getting turned on again. I felt each slap of his hand between my legs. I wiggled my butt this time, needing him to hit it again.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Shake it like that.”
I did as he had said, and he began jerking faster. His mouth opened slightly as he kept his gaze locked on my butt. Every time I gave it a shake, he made a noise.
“Fuuuuck. Oh fuck, yes,” he growled, and then he let out a shout as strings of white semen shot out onto my butt.
He stood over it, pumping himself, watching his release coat me. When he was done, his gaze moved to mine. I was breathing hard too. Completely turned on by what I’d just watched.
He scooped some of his release up with his finger, then shoved it between my legs and made a pleased sound in his chest. I let him continue his playing until he was done. When I finally stood back up, he lowered his head and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sank into him. I loved the way he felt against me.
“Downstairs,” he said to me, breaking the kiss.
I remembered the bedding. “I’m not finished with the bedding. It’s in the laundry.”
“Don’t fucking care.” His hand slapped my cum-covered ass. “Downstairs.”
Twenty-Two
Trinity
The fact that I woke up in time to get breakfast cooked was a miracle. Although Huck and I hadn’t had sex again last night, we’d done many other things. He didn’t move when I got out of bed to go start breakfast. I caught myself smiling while thinking about all we had done, but would have to remind myself that I had to keep my feelings out of it. No attachments. I wasn’t worried that I’d fall in love with him. I still didn’t think I had that in me.
Trying to make up for not cooking the guys dinner, I made sure to make everyone’s favorite. Gage and Levi liked it when I made a large breakfast, but Huck always scowled. I was torn between doing what I normally did to make the majority happy or pleasing Huck.
He was the one who had stressed that this was just fucking. I had to remember that, and making decisions with that in mind meant I was making a big breakfast. It was what I would have done before we had sex. The only thing that I struggled with was, I liked when I pleased him and he praised me. The good girl thing was a weakness I had to work on. If I didn’t, this would be more difficult when it ended, but then I had to accept I would feel something for him. He was my first. Emotional attachments came with that. Right?
Gage walked in, grinning as he inhaled deeply. “Smells so fucking good,” he said as he grabbed a plate I had set on the end of the island. He surveyed the food I had laid out, then nodded his head approvingly. “You didn’t let me down.”