Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“Oh, Rhy—”
I spat onto the tip of my forefinger and slid it into her ass. It slipped in so effortlessly I could tell I’d already managed to stretch her a little. “You are doing so good, sweetheart. Taking it all in like the perfect girl that you are. Grab your tits and lick them for me, okay?”
She did just that, and it was a miracle each time I drove into her without coming.
Suddenly, her phone started dancing on the counter in front of us. She grabbed it, letting go of her tits.
“Oh, shit. It’s Tuckwad.” Dylan’s eyes met mine in the vanity mirror, and we both shared a private laugh. I liked that the nickname had stuck.
“Answer him.”
“Are you kidding me? What if—”
“That’s the point.” I smashed into her from behind again, the slap of our flesh meeting making my balls tingle. “I want him to hear me fucking you into submission.”
Her blush deepened, and she slid her finger across the screen, clearing her throat. “Yes?”
Thrust.
“Tucker?”
“Hi. Uh, it’s me.” His little bitchy, sulking tone filled the bathroom as I rode Dylan’s pussy like it was a carousel. “I was going to check when’s the next time I can see my daughter.”
Thrust.
“Anytime during a weekday next week.”
Thrust.
“We’re flying out to Texas for the weekend from Friday to Sunday,” Dylan explained.
“Are you…are you jogging?” He sounded confused.
Dylan slapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle as I picked up speed, gathering those ass cheeks and giving them gentle slaps of appreciation.
“Stick to the point,” Dylan managed to moan breathlessly. “What day do you want to see her?”
Thrust.
“You know, actually, I didn’t authorize this little trip of yours.” Tucker sounded butt-hurt.
“Oh, please.” Dylan’s temper flared, but she also sounded like she was about to come. “Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been—”
Thrust.
“—MIA—”
Thrust.
“—for four years—”
Thrust.
“—and I managed to keep her alive.”
Thrust.
“She doesn’t—”
Thrust.
“—even—”
Thrust.
“—like you.”
The other side of the line went deathly still to the point I thought the call had disconnected. I was almost there, on the cliff of a mind-blowing orgasm, and with the way Dylan was panting with abandon, gripping the sink for dear life, I knew I wasn’t the only one.
“Are you fucking him as we speak?” Tucker asked finally after a long pause. Disgust dripped from each and every one of his syllables, and I wanted to give him a piece of my mind. But I let Dylan have the honor. She never disappointed when it came to put-downs.
“No.” She was done trying to be quiet, moaning loudly, like in a porno. The thwack of our skin slapping together rang in the air. So did the wet sounds of her pussy and the soft thud of my balls hitting her lower ass cheeks. “For your information, he’s fucking me.”
More silence. My chest rumbled with a chuckle.
“His finger is up my ass now,” Dylan reported, crying louder. “God, he is so good, Tuck. I thought what we had going was great. I was so wrong. I’ve had four mini orgasms in the past three minutes alone, and I’m about to ride the really big one.”
More silence. I started to laugh, still fucking her from behind. We both came together, moaning and grunting and panting in unison.
Throughout the entire thing, the other end of the line was quiet.
After Dylan gathered herself, she cleared her throat and asked, “So Wednesday okay? Around three p.m.? I have an opening. Are you still there?”
“Whatever,” Tucker bit out and killed the call.
She fell into my arms, both of us laughing.
DYLAN
Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: Siri, play “Marry You” by Bruno Mars.
Rhyland Coltridge commented: Siri, play “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” by Prince.
Dylan_loves_Rhyland4ever commented: Siri, play “Lollipop” by Lil Wayne.
Rhyland Coltridge commented: Siri, play “34+35” by Ariana Grande.
TheRealKieranCarmichael commented: Get a room.
How did you know when you were a sex addict?
How much sex was too much sex?
I couldn’t quantify that. All I knew was that for the rest of the week, Rhyland and I bumped uglies at least three times a day, excluding mutual oral. We went through all my favorite positions, then his. We had sex during Grav’s naptime, after she went to sleep. When Cal came over with Serafina, I insisted I had an urgent OB-GYN appointment to attend, instead going upstairs to have my vagina destroyed by Rhyland Coltridge.
Addicts always said they could stop whenever they wanted. Unlike them, I was beginning to see it was going to be pretty hard to say goodbye to this magnificent dick, and to the man attached to it, when all this was over.
So on the Thursday before our trip to Texas, which would probably mark the end of our arrangement, I decided to broach the subject with Rhy.
It was ten o’clock at night. Grav was fast asleep after Rhy took her out for a carriage ride and some Union Square Donuts. He’d tired her out real good in order to make sure he could have her mother all to himself afterward.