Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I pull my fingers out of her and swing her up in my arms, one hand under her legs, the other around her back. I place her on the bed on her knees, and I bend to kiss her mouth. Her hand goes to fist my cock, my pants still around my hips, as our tongues play around with each other. She finally lets me go and she turns around, giving me her back. I watch her peel her panties down her hips as I pull my pants off. Lifting one knee then the other before tossing her panties to the side, she then opens her legs for me and gets down on her elbows.
“Fuck me, Knox.” She wiggles her ass to the side. I walk to the bed and she’s the perfect height for me to just stand up and fuck her. I grip my cock in my hand, place it at her entrance, and slowly slide into her. My name on her shirt stares at me.
“Fuck, you were made for my cock.” I move her hips back and forth, slamming into her faster and faster. “You’re fucking mine, Kylie.” Her hand extends in front of her and she grips the sheet to stop from flying across the bed. I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before, and she meets my thrusts with her own. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” She looks over her shoulder. “Only you.”
“Play with your clit,” I demand, and she thrusts one hand in between us, moving it side to side as fast as I fuck her. She comes apart before me and right when she stops contracting on my dick, I pull out of her pussy and fist my cock as I come on her ass. “Fuck,” I groan, gripping my cock as I see my cum on her. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before in my life.”
She doesn’t say anything, she just lies there on her stomach. “I’m going to have to wear this sweater more often.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Now I’m thinking about how to get up without getting cum on the covers.” She gets up on her knees again and I bend my head, my tongue sliding into her pussy. “Hmm,” I moan and she does also.
“Fucking taste like heaven,” I tell her as I move away to give her space to get on her feet. “Go start the shower and sit on the bench,” I tell her as she takes off the sweater. “Put your feet up.”
“Okay,” she agrees, walking to the bathroom. When I meet her in there a couple of minutes later, she’s got two fingers moving in and out of her with one hand rolling her nipples. “I started without you,” she states, and I smirk as my cock goes from half-mast to rock-solid. “Don’t worry,” she winks, “I didn’t make myself come.” I step in and get on my knees, licking up her slit, and I make her come on my mouth over and over again.
“What time do we have to be at Kirby’s?” I lean against the counter and watch her move around the kitchen wearing my shirt from last night.
“Probably around one,” she replies and I’m about to say something else when the phone rings from the counter. I look at the screen and see it’s my father calling. “Answer it,” she urges from beside me.
I close my eyes and know I have to answer it, and we definitely have to have a talk. “Hello,” I answer the phone.
“Knox,” he says my name as if he’s surprised I answered the phone, “how are you doing?”
“I’m good,” I respond to him as I feel her arms go around my waist and she kisses my chest softly.
“Your mother and I were wondering if we could talk to you.” I look down at Kylie. “We can come there or you can come here.” I wait a beat. “It will only be the three of us,” he answers the question I would have asked him about my sister, “if you have time.”
“I can be there in about thirty minutes, but I can’t stay long. I have lunch with Kirby,” I tell him.
“We’ll be waiting for you.” He hangs up.
“I have to go to see my parents,” I tell her.
“Good.” She smiles. “I think you guys need to have this talk. For all of you.”
“I want you to come with me,” I inform her, and she shakes her head.
“Not this time. It should be the three of you.” She avoids looking at me. “Next time though.” I nod, not wanting to push her to come with me.
Twenty minutes later, I’m walking down to the front door wearing jeans and a T-shirt. “If you want, I will go to Kirby’s and you can either meet me there later or not at all and then—” I stop her from talking by kissing her lips.