Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I rub my cock up and down her slit. “If I do that,” I tell her, sliding in, “I’ll break you in two.”
She smirks. “Don’t make promises your cock can’t keep.” She moves her legs back and tilts her hips, making me sink deeper in her.
My hands grip the mattress, and I give it to her. I pull out and slam into her over and over again, each thrust as hard as I can. She contracts on my cock each time, until I can’t take it anymore. I fuck her faster than I ever did before. Harder than I did all those years ago, but she pushes me each time.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She lifts her hips. “All these years,” she pushes, “and that’s all you’ve got.” She moans out the last word as she comes on my cock. Her pussy gushing with wetness.
I get back on my knees and throw her legs over my shoulders. “My turn,” I grit between clenched teeth, “you get to decide though.”
“Hard,” she states as I grip her side and slam her onto my cock.
“Pussy or mouth?” I ask her. “Where do you want my cum.”
“Where do you want me to take it?” She barely can get the words out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I slam into her over and over again.
It happens so fast, I don’t even have a chance to decide. “Fuck,” I hiss out when my balls tighten and my cum shoots into her. “Pussy this time,” I say between clenched teeth, “mouth next time.” I fuck her until I have nothing else to give. Her legs fall down from my shoulders onto the bed beside my hips.
I collapse on top of her, her arms and limbs wrapping me up as I turn on my side. “Well”—I move her hair from the side of her face—“that was some way to have a conversation.” She giggles as she buries her face into my neck. “I think we both used our mouths with perfection.”
“I think so,” I agree, “but just to make sure, I’m going to have to fuck your mouth again one more time.”
“As long as it ends with you fucking my brains out.” She moves her leg over my hip, then she gasps, “We didn’t use protection.”
My head snaps up. “Oh shit.” I look at her and then down at our naked bodies. “Fuck, I didn’t even—”
“I,” she starts to say, “it’s been a while.”
“Same,” I tell her.
“I hope these sheets are clean,” she says and I laugh.
“This is the first time I’ve had sex in this bed and in this house. That is with another person. I’ve had sex with myself daily, twice daily since you’ve been here.”
“You’ve never had sex on this bed?” I slide out of her and turn to get off the bed.
“No.” I shake my head, looking down at her on her side, holding her head up with her fist. “Bought this bed and moved into the house, I don’t know, it just never was—”
“The last time I had sex was three years ago,” she confides to me and I hold out my hand for her as she takes it and moves off the bed to stand in front of me.
“So, we’re both clean,” I tell her. “Are you on—”
“Of course, I’m on the pill.”
“Then we’re good.” With her hand in mine, I pull her closer to me. “Time to take a shower and then get something to eat.”
“How about we eat and then shower?” She tilts her head to the side, the hair that was piled on to the top of her head now sideways, half of it hanging out. “We can order pizza.”
“Okay, I’ll go get cleaned up,” I tell her. “Then I’ll order you pizza.”
“Or”—she smirks—“you order pizza and then we both get cleaned up.”
“Or you get the shower started and I’ll come and join you after I order the pizza.”
She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses my neck. “You got it.”
I walk out of the bedroom and head downstairs, grabbing my phone from my jacket pocket and pulling up the app to order pizza, but instead opting for a couple of burgers. Besides, it is what will take the most amount of time to get here. I place the order and see I have forty-seven minutes before the food should arrive.
Walking back up the steps, I walk into the room, heading straight to the bathroom. The sound of the shower fills the room, and I can see the door is steamed over from the heat. Opening the shower door, I catch her sitting on the bench facing me. Her hair is wet and hanging down around her shoulders, droplets of water coating her body. My eyes trail from hers down to her one leg that’s propped up on the bench, but what my eyes are fixated on is her fingers moving in and out of her.