Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
When Sela moaned around my cock, my hips bucked up, but she didn’t stop her movements. She opened her throat to take me deep until my toes curled. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. My eyes fluttered open in the dream because I had to see her, had to watch those full lips wrapped around my cock while she sucked me off.
I pushed up onto my forearms, shocked to find that Sela was on her knees, but she—no, we—were on the bed with her blond hair fanned out over my thighs and knees. She looked up at me with smiling blue eyes, but her lips formed a smile around my cock, and I nearly blew my load right there. “Sela.”
She moaned and gripped my base tighter, taking me deeper over and over, yanking every grunt and groan from my lips she could. One hand gripped me, but her other arm was between her legs, and I let out a long growl of disbelief when I realized what she was doing.
“Does sucking me off make you wet, Sela?”
She fucked herself hard so that I heard how wet she was, and then she moaned around my cock.
“Oh, fuck.” She worked me over hard and fast, enjoying making me feel this way until I emptied myself down her throat. “Sela, oh fuck.” I didn’t give my cock a moment’s rest when she released me.
“Good morning.” She smiled when I pulled her onto my lap, sliding her soaked folds against my still-hard cock.
“That was so fucking hot, but I’m not done.” I lifted her up and slid her down my cock, enjoying the way she rocked against me until I was rock hard again. “Ride me, Sela.”
“If you insist,” she whispered. It was hard and fast, the way she rode my cock, taking every ounce of pleasure she wanted until her juices soaked my balls and my thighs. “Now that’s how you start the day right.”
Her smile was gorgeous, and her blue eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “You’re beautiful, Sela.”
She blushed. “So are you.” Her hips rocked gently as small tremors still rocked her body. “God, you feel so good,” she moaned, the sound an alarm attempting to raise my cock for the third time this morning. “I need to take care of business,” she said and slowly extricated her body from mine before disappearing into the bathroom.
I laid there in a haze of bliss and ultimate satisfaction, a goofy-ass grin on my face. And it was all because of a knockout blonde who didn’t hold back. I liked Sela because she said what she thought, even when she didn’t want to. It was refreshing. Hell, it only made me want her more.
The shower started on the other side of the door, and I sat up, debated whether or not to join her or to surprise her in another way. After about sixty seconds of indecision, I slipped on my boxers and made my way to the kitchen, where there were so many memories of last night, namely our clothes scattered all over the place. Heat swamped me as I saw her spread out for me, pussy pink and pretty on display, wet and pulsing just for me.
“Focus.” I shook off those carnal thoughts and shifted to the fridge first and then the cabinets to gather ingredients because I, Brock Anderson, was making breakfast. For a woman. The last woman I made a meal for was back when I was a married man, and even she hadn’t appreciated the effort. That thought gave me pause. What the hell was I doing, cooking for Sela after just one night?
She might get ideas, which was exactly the thing I was trying to avoid.
Wasn’t it?
It didn’t matter because she had all the ingredients for the perfect breakfast, which meant the universe was basically forcing me to do this. I worked quickly, and soon the kitchen was filled with the scents of breakfast.
“Oh. My. God. What smells so good?” Her voice was sultry and excited, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine that settled right between my legs. “Though I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat with this view.”
I turned, laughing at her complimentary words. “Like the view?”
Heat blazed in her eyes as they traced over my body, and then she licked her lips as if she could still taste me. “I think we both know that I do.” Her words were bold despite the blush that stained her cheeks. “You didn’t have to cook breakfast.”
I turned back to the eggs, cutting off the heat just in time. “You didn’t have to give me the best blow job ever, but you did.” I dumped the scrambled eggs into a serving bowl and set it on the table.
Sela moved to the coffee pot with a sigh. “That’s different. I did it because I wanted to.”