Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Sherrie darts across to my room. I dare hazard a glance to find the bedside lamp on and Ryan sitting upright in her bed, her scowl full of venom.
“Sorry.” I close her door before I feel the sharp edge of her tongue.
“Who was that?” Sherrie’s lying on my bed, her legs spread wide, her fake, plump breasts sitting on display, watching me strip off my pants. She’s got a nice body, as nice as Georgia’s, I’d guess. I doubt this will take long. And then what? How am I going to get rid of her? I don’t want to wake up next to this girl. Why did we bring them back here?
“Roommate.” I tear open the fresh box of condoms and fish one out, ripping the foil packaging with my teeth.
“I don’t think she liked me climbing into her bed.”
“I can’t imagine why. Turn around.”
“Aren’t you going to get me off first?” Sherrie gives me an exaggerated pout and runs her fingers along her core as if to taunt me.
I seize her by the hips and flip her over. Pulling her up onto her knees, I climb onto the bed behind her. “Don’t worry. You’ll get off.” I made it a personal challenge, figuring out exactly how to get Tasha to orgasm every time. Sherrie can’t be that much different. Plus, I don’t stick my tongue between just anyone’s legs. Definitely not a woman who rode my friend’s lap in a bar, and who I won’t be seeing after tonight.
With one hard thrust, I’m inside her.
She cries out.
I give her a moment to adjust to my size. “How does that feel?”
“So good,” she moans, turning her face to the side. This angle—ass up—is one of my favorites. Though, asses in general are my kryptonite.
I close my eyes and move my hips, pushing in and out of her with ease as I dare let myself imagine Tasha’s hips between my grip for a moment. It doesn’t feel the same, though. Nothing about this woman feels the same.
My ex is tall and athletic, with small tits and washboard abs. She smells like the almond cream she uses every day—a subtle but intoxicating scent. Her hair is silky soft, free of hairspray. It always slipped through my fist like a feather when I tried to grip it.
The headboard bangs against the wall. I’ll need to pull my bed out tomorrow so that doesn’t happen again. There’s not much I can do about the frame, creaking noisily with each thrust.
Sherrie doesn’t seem to notice or care, her moans coming more frequently and loudly each time I plunge into her. It takes me a minute to find that spot deep inside, but now that I have, I angle so I slam into it mercilessly.
“Oh my God! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m …” Coherent words fail her and soon she’s crying out with her orgasm. The muscles in my stomach tighten with anticipation at my own release, which is taking its sweet time, thanks to the booze.
An angry fist pounds against the wall on the other side, slowing me down.
Ryan’s voice is muffled but loud enough to understand. “You are so full of shit! No one’s that good!”
Sherrie giggles through her pants. “I guess you haven’t fucked her yet, then. She wouldn’t be saying that otherwise.”
No, I haven’t. And I can’t see that changing. Her pussy probably has teeth.
Still, I can’t help but smile at what my dick registers as a challenge. Setting one foot on the floor, I hook my arms around Sherrie’s thighs and lift her lower half right off the mattress.
“Oh my God,” she pants. “You’re so deep.”
“You ready to prove my roommate wrong?”
The clock shows twenty minutes have passed by the time I unload into my condom, my body coated in a sheen of sweat, my chest heaving, my muscles exhausted.
Sherrie came two more times and is now a floppy doll on her back, legs limp within my grip. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk.” Her voice has turned raspy from all the screaming.
No sooner does the last squeak of the mattress sound than my door opens and Connor appears in his boxers.
“Come on, man …” I’m still inside her, for fuck’s sake.
Connor doesn’t even pretend to apologize. “We’ve gotta get up in a few hours for work, remember?”
I frown. Tomorrow is Saturday. We’re not scheduled to work.
He sets the clothes Sherrie scattered down the hall onto the dresser. “Your cab will be here in five. Georgia’s waiting for you.”
I struggle to hide my smile.
I think Connor may be my soul mate.
“You’ll call us?” Both Sherrie and Georgia clumsily paw at my bare chest.
“Sure.” I turn my head as Sherrie leans in, and I end up with a sloppy kiss on my cheek. At least Georgia doesn’t bother.
“I’ll walk ’em down. Make sure they get in their car safely.” Connor trails them out in his boxers, throwing me a thumbs-up on his way past.