Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I held my breath as he all but went immobile.
The man’s lower half pressed in even closer, and I could feel things I definitely shouldn’t be feeling.
“You’re…” I didn’t finish.
“Kind of hard not to be when you’re naked,” he admitted, sounding unrepentant.
Neither one of us moved.
Not even the cold metal of the washer against naked skin had my instincts firing.
A different part of the cycle started, and it was like a flip of a lever in both of our brains.
One second he was mostly keeping it PG-13, and the next he was reaching between us to lower the front of his sweatpants.
My breath hitched, and I went up onto my tippy toes as I leaned farther over the washer, pressing my breasts against the unyielding metal to give him better access.
I felt the thick head of his cock notch at my entrance, and then he was pushing inside, filling me with a slow, delicious glide.
I moaned as he filled me with each delicious inch of his cock.
“Shit,” he hissed when he bottomed out inside of me.
I reached forward and grasped each side of the washer, my toes now barely touching the tile floor underneath my feet.
Taking the invitation for what it was, he started to power inside of me. Each delicious thrust of his cock felt like lightning bolts singing through my veins.
The metal against my thighs and hips offered Weaver the perfect resistance to fuck me so hard that I saw stars.
His hands went to my hips and squeezed.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, bending forward so that he could press his forehead to my mid-back. “So tight.”
I dropped my head against a knob and the machine underneath me whirred to a stop.
Neither one of us noticed or cared as he continued to fuck me.
Slow, unforgiving strokes of his cock filled me so deep that I felt like I could feel him in my throat.
“Goddamn.” He moved his hand on my hip to my ass and squeezed. The move caused my backside to spread, and I was sure to give him a very clear view of my asshole.
I didn’t know why I found that so enticing.
But I did.
Paired with the “having sex with a practical stranger” thing and I was literally living my fantasies.
“I hope you’re…”
I came before he could finish his sentence.
No warning.
No build up.
One moment I was taking his cock as he powered inside of me, the next I was exploding and screaming like a porn star.
It was all very fantastical.
One, I never came from penetration.
Two, sex was kind of a one-star thing for me. I never felt like I got it good.
Sure, that was likely the men that I chose, but still.
I felt Weaver’s teeth clamp down on my shoulder, not breaking skin or anything, but definitely leaving behind a mark.
His hips bucked twice as his arms wrapped around my torso. Then he was turning his head and growling curses into my ear.
“Fuck yes, Eddy,” he growled. “I’m filling you up with my cum.”
Yes, yes, he was.
Mostly because we were playing with fire and doing things we’d learned at a young age not to do.
I felt the hot splashes of his cum fill my insides. Paired with the way he grunted loudly in my ear had me on the verge of another orgasm.
The movement of his hips jerked once, jolting my hips into the edge of the washer, and it must’ve been at the perfect right angle because no sooner had I come down from the first orgasm was I going up with the second.
He bit the fleshy part of my ear and sucked, and my hips jerked, pushing back against him as I tried to ride the orgasm out.
He pumped his hips a couple more times, and that was all I needed to peak.
“Holy. Shit.”
Eight
This coffee tastes like you should shut up until I finish it.
—Weaver to Creed
Weaver
“I watched a porn movie once where the stepsister falls into the washer and the stepbrother comes to save her and accidentally slips and falls and his cock winds up in her ass.”
The things this woman said…
“I hate to break it to you, but there’s no slipping and falling in any reality where you accidentally push your cock into another person’s ass.” I pointed out.
“I wouldn’t really know,” she teased. “I’ve never really been into anal.”
Just the thought of her and anal had my cock jerking back to life.
She hissed out a breath.
“Careful what you say,” I mused. “I might decide to turn you around and hitch your ass on this washer and do this a second time.”
There was a long moment of silence before she reached forward and popped the knob back out to turn the washer back on.
“How long does this washer cycle for?” she asked, giving me a look over her shoulder.
I pulled out just long enough to spin her around, put her on top of the washing machine lid, and slide back inside of her.