Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“You want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” Her eyes meet mine, and I give her another inch.
“Yes, what, darlin'?”
“Yes, please.”
I give her another inch.
“Jaxon!” She wiggles her hips, but I hold firm as her pussy grips me tight enough to send stars sparkling across my vision.
“Count, Gracie. And I'll give you more. Four.”
“Four.”
I slide in further, and her lips part. They’re not red today, but still beautiful. “Five,” she groans.
“Faster,” I grunt.
“Six, seven.”
I give her more, my balls tightening, my spine tingling. I'm deep, but I want in deeper.
“Eight, nine… fuck Jaxon.”
I thrust hard until her eyes roll and her head drops against the tile, and the sounds she makes are so loud I have to cup her mouth with my hand before we bring the cavalry to the door.
“Ssshhh,” I whisper, withdrawing my hand so I can kiss her deep, forcing her jaw wide, sliding my tongue against hers in the rhythm of my cock, making up for all the days I missed. She grips my shoulders, nails digging in, pulling me closer and tighter.
My hands grip her softness, and even though I'm buried to the hilt, I want deeper. I grind harder, feeling her clench around me. In, and in, and in, and in, and fuck…
“Jaxon...” she breathes, as if it's a plea and a prayer all wrapped into one. “I missed you.”
I freeze for a second, that one sentence slicing through the last of my restraint.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper against her lips. “You have no idea.”
The tempo changes, becoming harsher, rougher, more desperate. She clings to me, panting, legs tight around my waist like she never wants to let go again.
“Tell me,” she says, breath catching. “Tell me I'm yours.”
I slam into her harder, holding her on the brink of insanity.
“You're ours,” I grit out. “You always were. I'm going to write myself inside you, Grace, so deep that nothing and no one will ever be able to erase it.”
She shatters then, her body trembling, her breath breaking, her nails scoring lines down my back. I follow, helpless to anything but the heat of her, the rush, the relief, the goddamn overwhelming truth of her.
When it's over, we stay there a minute, tangled and breathless. Her forehead rests against mine, both of us slick with sweat, hearts still trying to slow down.
She laughs then, soft and shaky. “Worth being late for pancakes.”
“It sure was,” a voice says from behind me.
Cody.
I can tell he's smiling before I turn, but when I do, his shit-eating grin is out in full force. “So, this is what we get when we finish chores early.”
“Only if you're good.”
I help her lower her legs to the ground, and she giggles into my neck, still breathless, a little stunned, and the sound of it rewires something in my chest. She's shaky as a new foal, still wearing her pink panties and her cute boots. The hat fell off somewhere along the line, but she's still every cowboy's dream.
“You okay?” I murmur, brushing the sweat-damp hair back from her forehead.
She nods, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy but clear. “I'm good. Really good.”
I press a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, then the dip behind her ear that always makes her shiver. “You got enough in you for Cody, too?”
“Sure do.”
I look between us at my dick that's coated with her arousal and her pouty pussy lips that are dripping my cum, and my softening cock perks up again.
“Fuck, that's hot,” Cody says, stalking across the room with his erection already in hand. “Bend over, Gracie. Let us see.”
She turns slowly, glancing at us over her shoulder before resting her hands on the vanity and bending at the waist, giving us both a perfect view of her leaking pussy.
“Fuck, Jaxon. That's a lot of jizz. You made her look like a cream puff.”
“It's it a creampie?” she asks.
“Maybe in the city,” Cody says, giving me a wink. He slides his hands over Grace's ass until they span her waist, letting his cock notch at her messy entrance. He's inside her in one thrust, groaning. “Damn, Gracie. Your pussy feels so good. I'm going to make you so messy; you're going to need a bath to get clean.”
“Give it to me, cowboy,” she says, arching her spine.
Cody slaps her ass hard enough to make it jiggle, and she laughs, palming her breast.
I watch it all, stroking my dick, ready for more, glancing at the door and hoping no other cowboys stroll into this bathroom, hoping to get some. I know Grace belongs to all of us, but today, I'm feeling greedy.
“You want to lick Jaxon, sweetheart? Show him how much you love his big dick.”
“Yeah, Jaxon. You want more, baby?”
Oh fuck. Yeah, I do.
The feel of her lips running down my dick is toe-curling, and when I meet Cody's eyes over the top of her curvy body, I feel like I'm blinking my way out of a dream.