Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“That works. I’ll text you the list as soon as I finish putting outfits together. But I’m paying you back the money for groceries.” I start to grumble about all this money talk, when she finishes, “Or I won’t stay the night, and I’m on the couch. Those are my contingencies.”
“Christ, Foxy, you drive one hell of a bargain. This goes against every ounce of my being, but having you here is better than the alternative.” My knee starts to bounce. The anxious jitters haven’t stopped, not since she left my sight last night. Even in the shower, I propped my phone up on a shelf, washed my body and hair all while ignoring the fact that my cock stood straight up.
“Well, babe, the same could be said for yourself. Anytime I tried to pay for anything yesterday, what did you do?” I had to finally let her take control of buying shit after the look she gave me.
“I’m pleading the Fifth,” I grunt, sitting back on the couch. It’s not comfortable in the least, feels a damn rock, and I’m going to try my hardest to convince Ronnie to take my bed. It doesn’t matter to me either way. I’ll take the couch, she can build a pillow wall between the two of us, or whatever else she wants. As long as she isn’t sleeping on this fucking brick of a piece of furniture.
“You do that,” she teases me with a playful chuckle.
“Oh, I will. Gonna let you get off the phone. Send me the list, finish packing, and get your fine-as-hell ass to me.” Usually during these festivals, I’ll walk around, meet a group of people, shoot the shit, and hang with them. The appeal isn’t there this year, probably due to the fact that my obsession with Ronnie is taking a turn of its own all while becoming uncontrollable.
“Jude.” The sound she uses is reminiscent of the one I heard yesterday when my mouth was on hers, our bodies so close together I could feel the way her nipples hardened while rubbing along my chest. Fuck, the scent of her arousal did nothing to calm my ass down, either. I was on edge all day, but by the time she left, I showered and waited for Ronnie to send me the text.
I left well enough alone, until now.
“Foxy.” I tip my head back, rolling my neck side to side, trying to hold back the urge to use my hand on my dick.
“What were we talking about?” she interrupts my thoughts on how I’ll be taking care of the flesh between my legs.
“You getting your ass to me.” I bite my lip, thinking about the first time I’ll sink my dick inside Ronnie.
“Right, I’ll get on that straight away. And, Jude?” It seems neither of us can keep track of this conversation, not that I’m complaining. I can only hope that she’s feeling like I am right now. She sure was yesterday and well into the night.
“Yeah, Foxy.” Every damn time she says my name, I lose myself. All the more anxious to see what it would be like when I’ve got her naked beneath me.
“I’m really excited to spend the weekend with you.” Her voice is low and sultry, causing a shudder to race down my spine.
“Me fucking, too.” While she’s dressed, moving about her day, I’ve yet to get mine started. I threw on a pair of shorts, a shirt, and slid my feet into a pair of shoes before traipsing my ass down to the ticket booth. It took a lot longer than I thought it would, the sun blazing down on my back and sweat coating my skin. After hoofing it back, I’d only just sat down to cool off when Ronnie called me. I know one thing for sure: once our call is over, I’ll be taking care of my dick, shower, and clean up around here before Ronnie arrives.
“See you soon, Jude.” There she goes again, fucking me all up in the best ways possible.
“Yeah, you will.” We hang up. I toss my phone to the side, close my eyes, and think about Foxy bouncing on my dick. Her back to my chest, legs on either side of mine. My hands on her luscious ass while I watch as I disappear into the tight clench of her pussy.
I’m unable to resist the need to take care of my dick, I pull my shorts down. My cock smacks against the skin of my abdomen, and the palm of my hand wraps around my length. In a perfect world, Ronnie would be here with me, so I wouldn’t need to do this myself. It would be her sitting between my spread knees, looking at my while she licked the head of my cock, rounding it a few times to get me nice and wet before taking it into her hot mouth as I try not to arch my hips.