Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
My cock, however, didn’t care.
All I could manage to do was pull out only minutely, then thrust back inside.
Hard.
She gasped and strained her neck backwards, her legs going even tighter.
I squeezed her hip with one hand as I leaned over and planted the other hand on the sleek black hood beside her chest.
She smiled as she realized she’d gotten her way and started to pulse her pussy on purpose.
I saw stars, and it took everything I had not to rush my release.
“Motherfucker…” I breathed, bending down even further to pull her nipple into my mouth.
She moaned and placed both hands at the back of my head, holding me in place while she lifted her hips to take my cock.
My balls drew up, and I ground my pubic bone into her clit, hoping to help her along.
She gasped at the coarse feel of my pubic hair rubbing her sensitive clit.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “How’d you learn to move your hips like that?”
I didn’t bother to answer. She didn’t really want to know that answer, anyway.
At least not right then, with me pounding away inside of her.
She moaned and clenched me tighter, and I switched to the opposite breast, sensing the change in her.
And when her orgasm swept over her, I finally let go to chase my own.
My balls drew up and I came.
I emptied everything I had into her, and pulled out, watching as my release leaked out of her onto the hood of the truck.
“You’re gonna need to make sure you clean this up well,” I told her, tucking myself back into my pants despite the fact that my cock still throbbed.
She laughed, and I watched as even more leaked out.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered, sitting up.
I hopped down and tossed her the jeans.
She took the panties out of the leg hole and cleaned herself up, followed by the hood of the truck.
“Thanks for that,” she whispered, her feet going to the bumper.
She hopped lithely to the ground and I smiled as she strolled back into the house, naked from the bottom down, and slammed the door shut behind her.
I picked up her boots and tossed them onto the front porch, smiling as I did.
My night had turned around after all.
Chapter 3
In Texas if you yell ‘The stars at night are big and bright’ where someone can hear you, they’ll answer with ‘deep in the heart of Texas.’
-Proven Fact
Kitt
“There’s a biker here to see you,” I called as I came out of my room.
My brother, dressed fully in his sheriff’s deputy uniform of brown pants and brown shirt, with the yellow stripe down the side of his legs, moseyed to the window and looked out.
“About fucking time,” he muttered.
“What’s about fucking time?” I wondered as I grabbed my jeans out of the laundry basket and slipped them on.
“We had a meeting today, and I asked him to follow me to work. He said he had to check on his pop first, and that he’d meet me here,” he answered. “Did you know he lives just down the road from us?”
I buttoned my jeans and started searching for a shirt to put over my camisole.
“No, had no clue. How cool?” I lied.
“You know where my belt is?”
I pointed to the couch.
My brother grabbed his gun belt off the couch, where he’d left it two days ago when he got off shift, and belted it around his waist.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
A knock sounded at the door right when I found a t-shirt.
Instead of putting it on, though, I walked to the door and swung it open wide.
Apple’s eyes immediately went to my breasts.
I smiled.
See, that was one of the advantages of having no boobs to speak of. When you didn’t feel like it, you didn’t have to wear a bra.
Now being one of those times.
Apple’s eyes never even lifted off my breasts, so I cleared my throat.
“Good morning, Core,” I drawled, using the name he’d acquired during his time with The Uncertain Saints.
Apple’s eyes slowly moved up the length of my body, stopping when he reached my eyes.
“Mornin’,” he murmured. “Ridley in?”
I moved to the side to show Ridley shoving his face full of powdered donuts.
“Hey!” I growled indignantly. “I was taking those to school with me!”
Ridley shrugged.
“Sorry,” he lied, white powder spraying out as he did.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Seriously,” I groaned. “Fucking wonderful.”
Ridley moved to the kitchen for a glass of milk, and just when I went to grab my boots that were outside on the porch, Apple pulled me until my back hit the door.
Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue plunging inside my mouth.
He tasted sweet. Like jelly or sugar of some kind.
But I lost the desire to qualify what I was tasting when he leaned into me and let me feel the length of his hard erection lining the front of his work pants.