Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He stopped and I nearly cried in disappointment.
“Denying you an orgasm…now that’s mean,” he whispered against my skin.
I started to clench and unclench my pelvic muscles, drawing a groan out of his mouth.
“Naughty,” he whispered fiercely.
I dropped my hand to my clit.
I just needed a little push and I’d come.
Just a little.
But he captured it before I could get one circle completed…the bastard.
“You think you could come by nipple stimulation alone?” He let my hand go and moved both of his hands to my nipples.
I shook my head.
“No,” I disagreed stubbornly.
“You don’t think I can make you, or you don’t think you could do it?” he pushed, rolling one nipple while he tugged the other.
I shook my head.
My brain was foggy.
I couldn’t think.
What was he wanting from me?
I knew what I wanted, but he was denying me it.
I circled my hips, and he withdrew even further, leaving only the first inch of his fat cock resting just inside my entrance.
“Give it to me, fucker!” I screamed.
I was going to hell for doing this in the school. Thank God we were all alone.
“You really shouldn’t use that language while you’re working,” he teased.
My hand came down between my legs, but this time I went for his balls, cupping them none too gently in my hand.
“Give it to me,” I growled.
He chuckled.
“No reason to get all hasty,” he allowed me to come back down fully onto his length.
I snarled at him.
I was really an animal.
I knew what I wanted, and I was gonna get it. And, right now I wanted Casten’s huge cock pounding an orgasm out of me.
Hard. Fast. Rough.
“Please Casten,” I begged. “Please.”
A tear leaked from my eye, running down the length of my cheek before it fell from my chin onto his hand, causing him to pause.
“Shit,” he hissed.
More tears of frustration started to flow and he quickly stood, dislodging himself from me.
He pushed me forward.
“Hold on to your ankles,” he ordered.
I bent, grabbing onto my ankles with ease, and then nearly screamed out my relief.
Casten thrust into me hard and started pounding into me with hard, purposeful thrusts; so hard that I felt him in my throat…not that that was possible.
My eyes crossed, and I finally got what I wanted.
Casten gave it to me, hard and quick.
It didn’t take long until I was there, an orgasm burning through me like a wildfire in summer.
If I were to die, this would be the thing I would miss most of all.
The way Casten made me feel during sex.
The way he gave me what I wanted; albeit, after a little—or a lot—of teasing.
He grunted as my release triggered his.
I felt his cock swell as the hot bursts of come splashed against my cervix.
“Yes,” I cried.
I didn’t know why I was crying.
But I didn’t have any control over this reaction, I was only going where my body led me.
Casten moved, settling me back on his lap as we both recovered from the intensity of the moment.
We sat that way, him inside me, neither of us talking, until our breathing returned to normal and the sweat dried on our skin.
In fact, we stayed like that so long that I started to get cold.
“Let’s go home,” he rumbled.
I went with him, holding his hand the entire way down the darkened hallway.
“Why’d you get your nursing degree?” Casten asked me, his low voice vibrating the very air around us.
“I made a promise to Jet when I was younger,” I told him. “He told me to follow my dreams, but I just couldn’t pick just one dream. So I chose to achieve them all…and his as well.”
“What else do you want to do?” he persisted. “And what degree are you pursuing that he wanted to pursue?”
“I thought about architecture. And meteorology. But I think I’m going to stop. I love coaching and plan on doing it the rest of my life,” I admitted. “He wanted to be a nurse, too.”
“That’s good that you did that. I bet he’d be proud of you,” he said, sounding completely genuine.
I smiled, and for the first time since it’d happened, I looked back at Jet and our memories with happiness.
Yes, he would be happy for me.
Chapter 16
You push my buttons. Buttons I never knew I had.
-Casten to Tasha
Tasha
“Donkey Kong!” I cried, dropping down to my knees and gathering up the fluffy, big bundle of fur to my chest and aiming a beaming smile at Casten. “Thank you.”
He winked and walked into the kitchen, my ferret following in his wake.
I giggled and stood, keeping pace behind Shawshank.
Then laughed when the little devil skidded up Casten’s leg and climbed his pants like the little tyrant he was.
“Thank you,” I repeated.
Casten tossed me a look over his shoulder.
“You made me feel bad,” he gave me a shrug.
I grinned.
“They’re my babies,” I gave my cat a kiss.