Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I’m pretty sure that’d be a mood killer to know the girl you were about to fuck into outer space had cancer less than a year ago.
“I’m clean, too. I had to have a physical to get hired on at at the PD. I also had a vasectomy when I had Janie.” He explained as he helped me line up his cock with my wet entrance.
Dropping my weight down once I had an inch or so inside me, I about burst out of orbit. That fucking piece of jewelry, combined with the size of his dick, stretched me and hit all the right places at once. Not one single iota of space was available for him to add more. I felt so full to bursting that I was already teetering on that razor wire that separated me from my orgasmic state.
“Jesus you’re tight.” James gritted out between clenched teeth.
“It’s been a while,” I explained.
“It feels like it’s been never. Ride me already.” He said, trying to move my hips to the motion he wanted.
I let him move me the way he wanted, totally feeling the way his cock’s piercing dragged against the spot inside of me that had never been stimulated by anything but me before.
“Oh, God.” I panted as I moved myself up with the rhythm of his hands on my hips.
I sank down only for him to lift me back up again. The slap-slap of our bodies meeting was the only thing besides our mingled breathing that could be heard in the room.
A glorious feeling of euphoria started to come over me, and I knew if he could keep it up just a few moments longer, I’d be falling over that cliff.
“I’m close.” I exhaled.
His response was one of his hands leaving my hip, and sliding down to collide with my clit. With deft flicks of his fingers, he worked me closer and closer to the pinnacle.
With his growled demand of, “Come,” I burst.
My channel clamped down hard on his cock. My pulsing vaginal muscles worked his cock, and shortly after I started to slow down, he sped up. Over and over he pounded into me, only extending my own orgasm.
“Fuck me!” He growled.
Doing just that, I started to slam myself down on his shaft. The slapping of our bodies meeting only got louder. However, the new sound of our mingling juices could be heard as well. His abdominal muscles tensed, and with one last thrust, he planted himself inside me as far as he could go.
Pulsating heat splashed against my cervix, sending me into another smaller orgasm that the one before it, but no less intense.
Falling forward, I lay against his chest. Both of us breathing hard and fast.
“That was...” I said, at a loss for words.
“Perfection?” He laughed.
“Yeah, perfection. I think any more sex like that’ll likely kill me. You’ll have to do all the work next time. I’m in no shape to keep that up as much as I want it.” I quipped.
“I think I can handle that. Just give me a few to recoup some of my breath.”
Quiet moments followed that announcement as we both caught our breath.
A board creaked above us, and we both turned our head until we had the basement door in our sights.
“Is that door locked?” I asked sitting up.
“Nope. The only other person it could be is my mom, who is out of state, or my sister.” He said, sitting up as well.
We didn’t rise, because to be honest, this would block more of our bodies from whomever it was than us standing and trying to scramble across the room and behind something to get dressed. That is if I could even find anything to dress into.
The creak of the basement door announced someone’s arrival. “James?” Cheyenne called.
“If you don’t want to see the swing in use, don’t come any further down.” James growled.
The descending feet stopped in their tracks, then turned and quickly ran back up the stairs. “Ohhhh, yuuuck!”
James’ chuckle, combined with my own, made him slip from the snug depths of my body in a wet rush.
“We’ve made a bit of a mess.” I stated the obvious.
“Sometimes a mess is a good thing.”
Chapter 15
The most dangerous place on earth is between a biker and his bike.
-Biker Truth
James
Once I was changed, I glanced at my watch and saw that I had a little over fifteen minutes before Janie got off the bus for the day. She’d be happy to see me instead of Mrs. Kowalsky. Nothing against the old broad, but she tried to treat Janie as if she were still a two year old kid instead of a six year old. Janie liked the woman, but I’d win out every single time.
Washing my hands quickly, I walked down the hallway, wincing with every other step as my leg throbbed. Hell, it wasn’t even that bad, but the feeling of the top layer of skin being gone was almost worse than any other injury I’d had before.
My eyes scanned all the photos that lined the hallway as I walked past. Every stage of Janie’s life was featured in that hallway. Most of the newest ones were Janie’s school photos and Christmas pictures. Cheyenne and mom used to take her to get her portraits made in a studio when she was a baby so I’d see how big she was getting.
Soft voices made me slow in my progression towards the living room. I stopped as I got to the mouth of the hallway, listening to my sister explain.
“I never meant to hurt you both. I was just trying to get James to make a move. He seemed so unhappy working at the garage. I’d known that he was getting offers from Luke to join the SWAT team, and I wanted him to pursue it. The only way he’d make that decision was for him to have a reason to leave Free.” Cheyenne explained hesitantly.
“Well, you definitely accomplished that.” Shiloh said dryly. “Next time, maybe you can try to not use our relationship as a diving board. These last five weeks have sucked balls.”