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 feel so full,” she pants out. “I need it, harder.”
“If my baby needs it,” I pull out, slamming into her, “she’s going to get it.”
“Fuck me, Knox. Fuck me like you want to break me in two.” I pull out of her and slam back into her over and over again. The sound of our skin slapping in between each other fills the room louder than our moans. “It’s never this good,” she mumbles as she works her clit, her pussy so wet it’s dripping. My hand squeezes her legs so tight she’ll have bruises for sure. That thought makes me fuck her even harder. “I’m going to come, it’s—”
“Come on my cock,” I order her and she arches her back and cries out. It’s fucking outstanding. She grips the sheet beside her as her pussy contracts over and over my cock. I lean down and take her mouth as I slow my pace. “I can’t last longer,” I hiss as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, “but I want you to give me another one.” I can feel her getting tighter. “Need you to come for me, Kylie.” My thrusts are shorter, as I keep my own release at bay. “Soak my cock, baby. That’s it,” I praise, feeling my cock being squeezed tighter. I can’t stop it this time as I come in the condom. I bury myself all the way inside of her. Her legs wrap around my waist as I collapse on top of her. “One of these days,” I tell her, “your pussy is going to kill me.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“I don’t know, Knox.” She kisses my neck softly. “There are worse ways to die.” I roll to the side, taking her with me, laughing the whole time.
twenty-six
Kylie
My phone rings as soon as I walk into my apartment and I reach into my purse, pulling it out. I don’t know why I’m expecting it to be Knox, but it’s not, it’s Kirby. “What’s happening, big brother?” I say instead of greeting him the normal way.
“Not much.” He sighs. “Just got to the rink for the game.”
“Why aren’t you calling Lexi?” I ask him, kicking off my shoes and picking them up as I walk to the closet to put them away. “Or am I the second on the long list of people?”
He chuckles. “First of all, there is no long list of anybody.” I put my shoes on the shelf I took them off this morning. “I just feel like we haven’t touched base in a while.”
“I literally saw you three days ago.” It’s my turn to laugh as I walk back out and to the kitchen. “Or was it so unmemorable that you forgot?”
“I know I saw you three days ago, Kylie.” I hear him panting.
“What are you doing?” I open the fridge and peek inside at what there is to offer, which shouldn’t be shocking when I find it almost bare. I find it a little bit depressing cooking for just one person. I usually have a couple of those prepared meals that Kirby has catered to him. But this week, the time must have slipped away from me since I didn’t order any.
“I’m on the bike,” he says.
“Ah, so you called me because you were bored.” I close the fridge door before opening the freezer.
“No,” he quickly snaps out. “What’s new with you?”
I turn my head to the side and a sheer sense of panic fills me. Did Knox tell him about us? Did Jaxon? Does he know? “Nothing,” I reply, not sure what he’s heard but I’m not going to tell him. I mean, what would I even tell him? I’ve hooked up with Knox for the last couple of months on and off? That we went on one date together and that it was set up? “Why, what did you hear?” I tread very carefully.
He snorts. “I haven’t heard anything.” My head falls back, relieved. “But you’ve been suspiciously quiet, and we haven’t seen you much.”
“You are on the road,” I remind him. “You are the one who has been suspiciously quiet.” I turn it back on him. “Why is that?”
“I know what you are doing.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” I reach in for a frozen pizza and then close the door.
“Are you okay?” he asks me softly
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” The tightness in the middle of my chest comes and I push it away.
“You pretend you are okay.” His voice is still low, and it’s probably because he doesn’t want anyone to hear his conversation.
“No one is pretending.” My voice is as soft as his. “I’m okay.” I sigh deeply. “This is starting to finally feel like home.” I look around the apartment. “I love my job. I love my coworker. I have some pretty cool friends.” My mind immediately goes to Knox. “I’m content.”