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 move my leg over him, gripping him in my hand, and positioning him right under me before I slide down his cock. His hands go to my hips, as my hands go beside his head on the pillow. “It’s so good,” I moan as I move up and down his cock.
His head moves up off the pillow to catch one of my nipples that are moving over his mouth. He sucks one nipple in his mouth before moving to the other one. The only sound in the room is of us breathing as I ride his cock, his hips moving up to meet mine when I slide down. “More.” I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of his cock in me and his mouth biting my nipple. I grip the pillow by his head. “More.” I slam down on him as hard as I can.
“Want me to give you more?” he asks, and all I can do is moan as he wraps an arm around my waist, and in the blink of an eye, his cock is buried to the hilt inside me as he flips me to my back. “I’ll give you more,” he hisses between clenched teeth, pulling out of me and then slamming into me.
“Harder.” I pull my legs back to get him to go as deep as he can, and does he ever. He slams into me over and over again, pushing me to the brink of orgasm.
His forehead is on mine. “I’m almost there,” he says. I arch my back as I open my eyes, right before I jump off that cliff and everything inside me shivers. “There it is,” he hisses as my legs wrap around his waist. He plants himself all the way in me and buries his face in my neck. “Fuck.” I wrap all my limbs around him as he collapses on me.
“That we just did,” I joke, silently laughing as he gives me soft kisses.
“Good morning,” he mumbles before he slides out of me and falls to the side on his back. “Now that is a good fucking wake-up call.”
I turn on my side. “Figured I should return the favor since that is how I woke up yesterday morning.” He looks over at me, his eyes a light green and so warm, all you need is for him to look at you and you know you’ll be okay. He’ll settle all the insecurities you might have.
“Thank you for that,” he says.
I get up on my elbow and look out the window. “I think it stopped snowing.”
“I should hope so”—he gets up off the bed—“it snowed all day yesterday.” He walks toward the bathroom as I watch his ass disappear. Then I get off the bed, searching the floor for the pj’s I started to wear to bed but got ripped off me as soon as the lights went off.
I grab the shorts and tank top before walking to the door and opening it. Whiskey is sitting outside the door, looking up at me with a look that says, “it’s about time” and “how could you lock me out of the room?” “Good morning, boy,” I say as he gets up and circles around my legs and then steps into the room looking for Nate, who is in the bathroom. He hears the water running but then looks at me when I say, “Want to go outside?”
I walk down the step with him following beside me as I turn and head toward the back door. The snow is piled up in the back and you can see exactly where Whiskey played yesterday while we tried to shovel him a path. He couldn’t care less and kept jumping into the snow and then back again.
Letting him out and starting the coffee, I head over to the living room to turn on the lights on the tree. Something I did also when I got up yesterday. Snow was still falling when we woke up yesterday and all day long. The message to everyone was if you could stay in, stay in, so we did. We made breakfast and then lounged on the couch to watch a movie, which ended up with us having sex. We lounged around all day long, either having sex or laughing when we would remember old stories about each other.
By mid-afternoon the snow had trickled off and everyone was going to gather at my parents’ house, but we opted to just stay in. It felt like neither of us wanted to let the outside into this thing that was going on between us.
I’m making the coffees when I hear him coming down the steps. I feel him before I have a chance to look over my shoulder at him. One hand is by my side, the other hand sliding against my stomach, he buries his face in my neck as he pulls me against his chest. “Just in time to let in Whiskey.” I move my head to the side, giving him access to my neck.