Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He reaches up and links my fingers with his as his tongue dives deep into my body, long deep licks. I’m close and I start to quiver, he releases my hand and pushes three fingers into me and I jump. He sits back and watches me as he fucks me hard with his fingers, my eyes closing and my body finding a rhythm of its own and bearing down on him hard. “Oh yes, that’s it, precious girl,” he whispers. “Squeeze me and warm yourself up for my cock.” He starts to move his hand quicker and I can’t help it. I start to jump, my body flying headfirst into a hard orgasm and I scream out loud. He leans in and then slides into me as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, his open mouth on my inside ankle. His hooded eyes watch me as my body tries to accommodate him. God, it’s too much. I’m too sensitive, too swollen.
“Josh,” I whisper.
He slams into me harder. “Squeeze me and suck out my come, it’s yours.” I close my eyes as I ride the deep punishing rhythm, each stroke harder and deeper than the last until I can take it no longer and I scream into his mouth as another powerful orgasm rips through me. He stills and then it’s one…two…three pumps and he growls into my mouth as he kisses me hard. We both pant, covered in sweat, as our hearts beat out of control.
“You’re going to kill me, woman.” He smiles and I gasp for breath.
“Not if you kill me first.”
It’s six o’clock and Joshua and I have had awesome makeup sex for approximately three hours and I’m ready to go to bed to sleep. I haven’t really slept since Sunday when Josh started acting weird. We are both wrapped in towels fresh from bed and yes, I feel even closer to him now that we have crossed another hurdle, how is that possible? Joshua is in the kitchen eating everything he can find, because if I know him at all he has hardly eaten since Sunday and it’s now Wednesday. I can hear ice banging in the shaker as he makes another chocolate protein shake. God, how does he stomach those things?
The keys sound in my door and I turn as Bridget comes in carrying the biggest McDonald’s paper bag in history.
“I bought supplies, chick.” She smiles. Oh shit, this is not going to go down well. I forgot to ring her back. She walks through and puts the bag onto my coffee table.
“Big Mac, extra-large fries and Coke and an apple pie for added cellulite.” She puts her hands on her hips and beams at me, feeling proud of herself. I stand still as Joshua comes around the corner, oblivious, in a towel. Her eyes turn into saucers as she sees him, and she turns and scowls at me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps. I squirm uncomfortably under her glare. She turns to Joshua.
“Get out, sleazebag, before I tip this Coke over your head.”
He looks at me and I gently shake my head signifying for him to keep quiet and thankfully he does.
“Start talking, Natasha, because you can’t be this gullible. A picture tells a thousand words and the picture me and the rest of the world woke up to this morning was Joshua Stanton doing another stripper.”
I bite my lip. This does look bad. Joshua doesn’t like that last comment and folds his arms in front of him as he rests the bottom of his foot against the shin of his other leg while he looks at her deadpan.
She glares at him. “Speak, asshole!” she yells.
“Not that it’s any of your business what goes on between my girlfriend and me but—”
She cuts him off.
“None of my business? Are you fucking kidding me?” OK, she’s losing it.
“Calm down, Bridget, it’s OK. He was trying to protect me.”
She looks at me like I have just grown another head. “Seriously, if you pull your psychology shit out now, I am going to frigging kill you. Your boyfriend slept with a cheap stripper last night and you saw the photos and here you are in a towel playing happy families with him. What in the hell is the matter with you?” I wince as I sum up the situation from her perspective. She’s right, this does look bad.
“I didn’t sleep with her,” Joshua snaps. She turns on him like the devil himself pointing her finger in his face.
“I don’t care if she fucked you up the ass with a broomstick, you kissed her and that’s cheating! She waited seven fucking years for you, Josh, and this is how you repay her? Shaming her in public?”
He drops his head again in shame. “It was a bad decision, I will admit.”