Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Now you know you can’t handle all of me like this.” I gave her a little taste to show her what I was talking about, going deep into her belly. I had to pull her head back and swallow her cries with my mouth as her pussy went into overdrive.
I pulled back from going too deep and reminded myself that she was still new at this, though she wasn’t acting like it. Her ass looked like two buns surrounding a sausage as my dick went in and out of her, her pussy lips were pulled out of proportion with my outward thrusts and disappeared when I slammed back in. She was damn near climbing the truck by the time I was ready to offload in her. I’d already lost count of how many times she’d clenched around my cock and came, but I wanted her to go over with me.
I reached around for her clit and pressed down hard as I surged up into her. She bucked, I shot, and that’s all she wrote. “Stay away from Tom.” I growled those words in her ear as I slipped out of her body. She got huffy of course but what’s new? “I’m sorry, but I’ll thank you not to drag me off for any more of your caveman displays. I know you’re accustomed to dealing with less refined women, but I assure you…”
“Yeah, like you didn’t enjoy that shit.” I looked down at my cock that I had yet to put away because it felt so fucking good in the breeze. It was coated with her juices and there was no denying the fact, not to mention I think I could still hear the echoes of her last scream reverberating. That nose of hers went back up into the air but I noticed her nipples were still hard and she couldn’t keep her eyes off my dick until I finally put him away.
I was still hard so I changed my mind about taking her back into town to get her car and to do whatever the fuck it was that I’d gone there for in the first place. Instead I headed for the house and a nice soft bed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well now sweetheart, the way I see it, we’re nowhere near done. And since I can’t fuck you on Main Street and I’m sure you won’t check into the Peabody for an afternoon of wild uninhibited sex, this is the next best thing. And before you open your mouth to blast me, I smelt you back there, that’s what got you into trouble in the first place, so can the act.
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I’m sorry to say I was not a gentleman. All my good intentions, all the things I’d told myself I had to take care of before I laid a hand on her again went out the window. I fucked her on every available surface in the house starting at the vestibule off the front door. I had more aches and pains than if I’d spent the day riding in the saddle or pitching fence, but it was worth it. She wasn’t doing too much better herself as she laid sprawled next to me in a rumpled heap.
Sitting with my back against the headboard I looked down at her body as I stroked my poor abused dick. I think he’d brought her off at least a dozen times so he’d earned his rest, but he refused to go all the way down. It was her I was sure. I’d never been able to fuck anyone this long without losing interest before, with her I didn’t seem to have an off switch.
When he was as hard as he was going to get after six hours of hard fucking, I rolled over on top of her and moved the sheet away. “One last time.” It was easy to slip into her soft moist heat. With my face buried in her neck I fucked her nice and slow until we both came.
I didn’t take her back to her car until hours later and then I followed her home, missing her already before I’d even cleared her driveway.
Chapter 7
CAMI
How’s a body supposed to think with all that’s been going on? Ever since my little meltdown over a week ago, daddy and momma has been on my tail every second. It was getting so the only peace I got was at bedtime, which probably wasn’t a bad thing since it gave me less time to think.
You’d think my mind would be full of my failed engagement but no; instead it was overrun with Grant and the things we’d done to each other. If I could take my lips off and throw them out with the bath water I would. They plague me, all hours of the day the ghost of his lips on mine make me twitchy and out of sorts, and we’re not going to talk about the soreness that was only just beginning to fade from between my thighs.