Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Before I settle myself onto the pillow, he pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him, feeling his cock hitting my sensitive clit. I’m not quite ready and I think he knows it, but I want him back inside inside me. Slater’s hands roam up my body, cupping my heavy breasts and squeezing, while I sit up on my knees, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss turns hungry, almost harsh in intensity. Air burns my lungs as I pull away to gasp when I lower back down on his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, as I take him completely.
His hands come to my hips, but instead of taking over and letting me ride him, he maneuvers me so that I lay forward, stretched out over his body, relishing the feeling of him buried inside of me. His strong arms wrap around me protectively and I’ve never felt safer or had such a feeling of complete contentment before. I never knew a man could be both possessive and gentle at the same time. I never dreamed any man would be that way with me. Slater makes me feel cherished. Almost as if he knows what I’m thinking and wants to prove I’m right, he kisses my forehead. I want more, but I need time to recover enough to go for another round. So instead, I close my eyes and just feel happy.
I could lay like this with Slater forever.
CHAPTER 16
Slater
I run my fingers through Marigold’s soft hair, letting it sift through my hold. I breathe in the scent of our lovemaking and the hint of coconut and vanilla of her skin surrounds me. A sense of rightness hits me and it’s so fucking sweet that my eyes close in pleasure.
She’s still lying over me. My cock—which is still semi-hard—is still inside her sweet pussy and I know that I’m holding all I could ever want in my arms right now. I’ve spent my life feeling like an outsider, having nothing or no one other than baseball to give me a purpose. One night with Marigold has changed everything.
Every single thing.
I’d tell her that, but there’s no way she’s ready to hear it. Before we made love, she reminded me of a frightened rabbit—terrified of any move I might make to the point she’d jump into oncoming traffic to get away from me. It’s not going to be easy, but I need to hold back from letting her know exactly what I’m feeling until I’m sure I have her completely hooked.
“I don’t want to move,” she whispers.
“Then, don’t.”
“It’s going to a long drive home. I need to get moving.”
“Stay here tonight,” I counter, moving my hips just enough to remind her that I’m inside of her and not ready to leave. “I’m not done with you.”
“If I don’t go home tonight, Green will know where I am. I’m not sure you want to deal with my brother’s crazy if he finds out we had ferret sex all night.”
“Okay what is this ferret sex thing? I’m not sure I like anything I do to you called that, Ace.”
She laughs, making her eyes sparkle. “Have you seen a ferret have sex?”
“Fuck no, is this something you Texas people do, or just a Lucas proclivity?”
“Knock it off,” she giggles. As her body moves with her humor, her pussy tightens against my cock, and I can’t resist rocking into her. I’m rewarded with her giggle sliding into a moan. I move a hand down to her ass and grind her into me. I feel the silky wetness of her desire glide around my cock.
Sweet Jesus, she’s so fucking perfect.
“Slater,” she whimpers squirming against me.
“Keep moving around on my cock, baby, and all talking will stop while I fuck you hard.”
“We could talk later,” she suggests, her voice soft, sweet, and full of need.
“Does that mean you’re going to stay the night?” I ask, wanting that more than I’ve ever wanted another single thing in my life.
“Maybe. First, we need to stop this,” she says, and moves as if she’s going to lift off me.
No fucking way.
“Stopping is the last thing we need to do,” I argue, and I hold her tight as I shift and flip us in the bed so that now she’s against the mattress and I’m over her.
Her legs press against my hips as she moves and somehow, I sink deeper inside her.
“Slater, I’m serious. We screwed up.”
“The hell we did,” I argue, bending down to nibble on her breast. She starts to push against me, but as I suck her nipple into my mouth her fingers bite into my back, holding me to her.
“Honey, we have to stop. We haven’t used a condom. You must be gloved up,” she whimpers, her hips rocking into me.
I freeze because shit, I didn’t even think of using a condom. I always wear a condom. I panic at the thought of not using one. Right now, though, it’s the last thing I want. “It’s a little too late to worry about it now, Ace. Are you on birth control?”