Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Get there, cherry. The minute you come, I’m coming right behind you. Only wish my cum were painting your pretty pussy. Bet it’d be hot as hell. So hot, I’d want a picture to look at it every time I’m without you.” He grunts.
“Tor.” My orgasm hits, hot and heavy. My fingers curl upwards, my feet plant into the mattress, arching up as my palm presses on my clit.
“Goddamn, cherry, love the way you sound. Taking me with you now.” In my mind, I’m picturing him pumping his hard dick, his muscles pulling taut, his eyes closed, and tension radiating off his body. “Indy.” My name rushes from his mouth. I like when he calls me cherry, but when he says my name like I’m his last breath of air, it’s a thing of beauty.
“Wow,” I whisper, in half-wonder after having the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Not sure that sums it up.” I laugh at the statement. He’s absolutely right.
“Can we do that again?” I ask with zero hesitation.
“Right now?” Toren follows up.
“Well, maybe not know. I’m sure you need to recover.” I pull my fingers out of my soaked core and drop my hand to my side.
“Woman, my cock is still hard. Pretty sure it’s my energy that’s zapped, but you keep talking, and I’ll recuperate in no time. Now, tell me what you want when the roles are reversed.” By the time our conversation is finished, we both get off one last time, he knows more about me and vice versa, and I can’t control the yawning or my eyelids drooping. Still, I am reluctant to hang up. The only good part is knowing I’ll be seeing him tomorrow morning.
11
Toren
“About time you got here.” I open the door the next morning, wearing nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, chest slick with sweat, and watch as her eyes devour me whole. Last night was outta this world amazing, and while it whetted my appetite, it didn’t keep me from wanting more. Which is why when I woke up with an aching dick, I knew using my hand again wouldn’t dull the ache. Instead, I grabbed my phone, sent Indy a message, and hit the gym I have set up under the pole barn.
In all reality, it probably wouldn’t hurt to put some walls up, run an air conditioner, and make it so it’s not so visible when people come up to the house. Luckily, I’ve got great neighbors, we don’t have a ball-busting homeowners association, and all of our lots are set on an acre or more, making it so nobody can see what you’re doing so long as you don’t cut down trees. Needless to say, none of us do that, and when it comes to trimming it back, we don’t butcher the damn things to look like a lean piece of broccoli.
“It looks like you’ve been busy.” My hand cups the back of her neck, and I pull her into the house while dipping my knees just as her hands go to my chest. The warmth from her palms hits me right in the dick.
“Not busy enough.” My mouth meets hers, tongue slipping out to glide along her upper lip, gaining entrance, and I’ve barely got enough since to take this inside. I shut the door, her hands slide up, mine slide down, grasping her waist, and I pick her up. Indy gets with the program, wrapping her legs around me as I swallow her moans, liking this greeting a whole hell of a lot. My hand cups her ass. I dig the getup she has on today: soft linen shorts that leave nothing to my imagination as the tips of my fingers dig in. Indy is either going commando or she’s wearing a thong. Either way, I’m looking forward to seeing her naked and in the flesh.
“Now, that’s a good morning a woman can get used to,” she says breathlessly. Doesn’t mean I’m letting her down just yet. I like her right where she’s at, at my mercy and unable to wiggle her way down. My thighs have hers spread, and I’ve got one hand on her ass, the other holding the nape of her neck.
“Anytime, any fucking day, cherry.” I nip at her lips one last time before pulling back to look in her eyes. Desire is written all over her—swollen lips, glassy eyes, and a smile that tells it all.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders. The small amount of pain she delivers while being pressed against my dick is more than worth it.
“Always givin’ me hell. Ready to eat and figure out this contract so I can get to work?” I nip at her lips one last time, tasting her, the mint and all that beauty that’s Indy.