Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Tysen,” I breathe out his name in a too-loud sob. I’m completely and totally done for. Everything I’ve done in our time apart, using my fingers or my toys, has never amounted to this amount of pleasure. It’s never left me tired down to my bones and completely sated.
Tysen’s fingers slowly leave my trembling body, and while I’m still floating in a sea of sensations, I somehow manage to pull myself together enough when I feel his fingers tighten their grip on the flesh of my thigh. I’m captivated when I see the show he’s giving me. His hand is wrapped around his length, stroking it while using the wetness from me to guide his path. It’s hot, so goddamn hot that my pussy contracts, grasping for a piece of him when all it’s getting is air.
“Goddamn.” The deep groan echoes in the bathroom. I put my hand over his on my thigh and do the same with the one he has gliding up and down and twisting his wrist when he meets the tip.
“That’s so hot.” I lick my lips, wishing like hell he’d kiss me, except then I’d lose the view, and that’s the last thing I want. His body is a work of art, the way he’s exuding a dominance that vibrates in his presence.
“Spread, babe. About to paint your cunt.” He stops all movement except for our hands. I do as he says, leaning back, spreading as wide as possible, and wait for him. My panties are stretched past their limits, leaving my center open and waiting for him. “Christ, look at you. Wet and greedy. Been too damn long since I’ve been inside you.” I’m almost tempted to ask him to fuck me, to take me raw, and to forget everything else.
Tysen’s eyes fall shut with a grunt. It’s deep and throaty. My eyes cascade down his body, watching as one heavy spurt lands on the lips of my pussy, then another meets the same fate except it’s on my mound, and when his hand lets go of his dick, I do the same. He continues coming all over me, the tops of my thighs, and the inside of them, too. The majority, though, is coating my center. When I look down, my wetness glistens with his, and it causes my body to ripple with desire.
“Want you to wear me but also know that might get uncomfortable. We’re also going to talk about you getting sick. Not liking that one bit, and I’m pissed at myself for not controlling my dick until we talked.” I go to interject to tell him I’m fine when he continues, “I’m cleaning you up. We’ll talk, but I don’t regret losing myself and getting you off. Hottest fucking thing I’ve seen since the last time, the way you light up for me. I’ll have that again, real soon.” Tysen moves away, rummaging through a cabinet until he comes away with a washcloth. Then he goes through the process of turning the water on, checking the temperature, and then proceeds to clean me up before he even worries about himself. I remain silent, watching as he takes care of me, a swipe here, rinsing the cloth out, and repeating the process.
“I’m not sick, Tys, promise. And you’re not the only one who wants it again.” When he’s done cleaning the mess he created, he helps me off the counter and adjusts my clothes. My panties are a mess, and while he may have cleaned me up, there’s no fixing his cum splattering the fabric.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he grunts out, then makes quick work of cleaning himself off, and I notice his cock is still thick and heavy, much like it was the last night we were together. I make a noise in the back of my throat, mourning the loss of the sight of his cock. There’s something to be said about seeing a man all buttoned up yet completely undone at the hands of a woman.
“I’m serious. I think it’s the altitude, and I just need to adjust. Yesterday, I was fine.” I shrug my shoulders then pull my skirt down, adjusting it to where I don’t look freshly fucked. Too bad the wrinkles will more than likely be a dead giveaway, especially to Samuel.
“Still taking you to the doctor once we’re back in Florida,” Tysen says, using that voice where he means business. I roll my eyes and ignore it, for now. We can bicker about it later. A wave of exhaustion hits me. Tysen being Tysen notices the yawn I can’t suppress and shakes his head. “Come on. I’d rather you rest in a bed, but since the McCarthys will be coming back, it looks like it’s the couch for us.” I look longingly at the bed one last time.