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)
Dad came home rip-roaring drunk, looking to fight, berating me about something unintelligible, but what I did hear was how he told me I was worthless, how I’d turn out to be just like him, and that’s when I started wailing on him. The anger he accused me of having burst out of me. For every punch he sent my way, I sent it right back. By the time everything was said and done, my cheek was fractured, my knuckles were beyond bloody, and I had a few broken ribs. Dad didn’t fair too well, either, but he managed to take off in his truck, and I dragged my ass to Tysen’s.
“Jude, honey. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Ronnie’s voice pulls me out of the past. My eyes open, my breathing settles, and I’m instantly wrapping my arms around her body.
“Need you, Foxy.” My body trembles as I settle Ronnie on her back. Her thighs immediately bracket either side of my hips. The only thing in my way of sinking inside her tight heat are the shorts I’m wearing.
“Then take me, Jude.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m about to back away, which fucking sucks because her body completely pressing against hers feels indescribable.
I want her to see what she does to me.
I want her to feel how my body loses control with one touch against of velvet skin.
I want my touch to be so permanently ingrained in her that she’ll always feel me.
“We have to be quiet,” I whisper huskily into her ear when she wraps the palm of her hand around my dick, stroking the length up and down while drawing her thumb in slow caresses against the cum gathering at the tip.
“I can do that, but can you?” She moves lower, crossing her ankles at my back, tilting her hips, and cascading her lips along my cheek. The rough stubble will likely abrade her sensitive skin, though she doesn’t seem to care.
“I guess we’re about to find out.” I pump my hips into her hand, liking the way she works me—soft hands, firm grip, and keeping the motion at the same steady rhythm.
“Do you want me to close the door all the way?” she asks.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head at the thought of losing her. There are two rooms between us and my sister’s, and I’ll use my mouth or hand to keep the noises to a minimum.
“Okay.” Ronnie’s hand doesn’t leave my dick. A wiggle of her body, and she slides further down.
“Fuck me, Foxy, you’re wet and ready for me, like always. I’m so goddamn lucky.” I’m still holding her close to me. Her shirt pisses me off, that we’re not skin to skin. I’d usually rectify that immediately. Except Ronnie is teasing the tip of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I have half a mind to take over, tired of not being planted inside her, where I belong.
“Yeah,” she says on a soft sigh, lifting her head away from the crook of my shoulder. I watch as her head meets the mattress, hair fanning around her, eyes laced with the same lust I’m sure is being reciprocated. “Please, Jude.” When her hand leaves my dick, I grunt, missing the feeling. I’m not upset for long when she pushes my body down with the strength of her legs. Her hands are still between our bodies, the backs grazing along my heated flesh, and when I lift away from her torso the slightest bit, realization hits me. Ronnie takes ahold of the end of her shirt, does a lift without losing me, and pulls the fabric off her body.
“Christ, Foxy, you’re so beautiful it makes my chest ache.” I slide me knees beneath her, and she’s nearly full of me. The light coming from the bathroom is doing me a solid. Every night, I make sure it’s on for Ronnie, and while she needs the illumination, to me it’s not a necessity, but the reward is well fucking worth it.
“Jude,” she moans, holding back when she realizes her voice could potentially carry. I probably should have realized the downfall of this house when I purchased it. At the time, the bedrooms all being on one side didn’t make a difference to me. Now, I’m having some regrets.
“Love the way you feel wrapped around me, needing me just as much as I need you.” My movements are shallow, allowing Ronnie to get used to me again.
“More,” she begs with eagerness. My piercing drags along her sensitive flesh, and it doesn’t matter that we’ve had sex in damn near every place possible, going at each other once or twice a day since we’ve been together, she’s still tight as hell. The last thing I want is to take her too roughly and her be out of commission because I fucked her too hard.