Paying The Rent (Forbidden Fantasies #57) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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I love a woman who begs and thrust once more into her tight hole before emptying my load deep in her pussy.

“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh SHIT!”

Tremors shake both of our bodies as the wave surges and crests. A light goes off before my eyes, turning my vision white as my cock continues to spurt deep and full into her hotly clenching cunt.

“Oh yes, oh yes, OH YES!” Jessie cries out, collapsing against the counter. Her body quakes with orgasm, and yet I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop because she deserves all the pleasure in the world, and soon, her pussy’s overflowing with so much come that the hot juice leaks out between our bodies.

Only then, do we begin to descend from our mutual high. I nuzzle the back of her neck before pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder.

“You okay, sweetheart? That was intense.”

She giggles a little, still panting.

“You don’t say. But is that what free use is like? You just come up behind me and we get started?”

I grin at her. “Yeah, pretty much. But honey, this is just the beginning. Trust me, there’s a lot more to come.”

She giggles again, and then I scoop the curvy girl in my arms and bolt up the stairs two at a time to the master bedroom. After all, our lifestyle has only just taken flight, and I plan on enjoying Jessie’s curves to the utmost extent.

8

Jessie

Jethro and I both have today off, and to my surprise, we’re not just hanging out at home, fornicating like rug rats. Instead, he’s asked me to go out, and I was a little surprised at first.

“Really?” I questioned, pausing in the middle of making a sandwich.

“Yeah, really,” he grinned while pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “You didn’t just think that I wanted you because of your body, did you, sweetheart?”

My heart raced because actually, I thought that’s exactly what he wants me for. He wants a cute young thing to be available whenever he wants. Kind of like a sex doll, except that I’m real and human, and not made of plastic. So my heart leaped and I nodded quickly, my cheeks flushing. Now today’s the day, and I’m more excited than I should be because we’re not really dating dating. We’re just “hanging out,” but to be honest, this free use lifestyle has me confused.

“You ready to go?” Jethro winks when I come down the stairs. He whistles at my get-up. “You look gorgeous, honey.”

“Thanks,” I simper. “This dress is short but it’s not even really a dress. It’s just a cover-up and I have my bikini underneath.”

Jethro’s blue eyes sharpen as he takes in my sumptuous curves.

“Well, I’m glad it’s not a dress because I can’t let you walk down the street wearing that. But for a waterpark? It’s perfect,” he growls, still unable to tear his eyes from my voluptuous figure. I giggle again, and then we’re off.

It’s nice, actually. He rolls down the windows and pumps up the volume in the truck, and soon we’re both belting out a Meatloaf song at the top of our lungs.

“I had no idea you’re even old enough to know who Meatloaf is,” he mentions during a pause.

I wink at him.

“I’m not old enough, but he just died, so it was all over the news. I decided to listen to one of his songs and fell in love. I mean, it’s just so melodramatic and goopy and syrupy in the best way, right?”

Jethro chuckles, his eyes on the road.

“That’s exactly what I love about this artist,” he grins. “The goop.”

Soon, we pull into the parking lot of the Kalahari, an enormous water park with dozens of slides, a half dozen pools, spas, saunas, and of course, my favorite: a jacuzzi. Jethro grabs tickets and we head straight for the changing rooms. I peel off my dress, stuff my things into a locker and then prance outside in a red string bikini. Even I have to admit that it’s a little scandalous because most of the women here are in one-pieces, given that we’ll be whipping down water slides. But I don’t care. My man adores my curves, and I want him to look all he wants.

Jethro whistles when he sees me. “Damn. I’m not sure I can handle being in public with you, sweetheart. Half the guys here probably have boners already.”

I blush. “It’s just a bikini.”

“And it makes you look like Jayne Mansfield.”

I laugh.

“Yes, but she was blonde!”

Jethro just shakes his head, those blue eyes lingering on my hills and valleys.

“Still, you’ve got the same shape baby. Beautiful.”

But I decide to give as good as I get and stare meaningfully at his board shorts, which are to-the-knee and very appropriate.

“It’s too bad you’re not wearing your Speedo because I would have liked it.”


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