Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Why do I get the feeling this is about to be the longest, most incredible night of my life? Thank fuck tomorrow’s Saturday. Because if it wasn’t you better believe my ass would be calling in sick. Dflu aka dick flu. That’s a thing. No? Well, it should be! What about insomnia? It would be okay to call in for that, right? Didn’t get any sleep due to getting banged all night? Hm. Whatever. Thankfully, I don’t have to come up with an excuse. At least…not yet.
Chapter 17
Archer
Greedy.
That’s the word that sums me up perfectly now.
Rolling my sleepy girlfriend onto her stomach is as effortless as convincing her legs to widen for two fingers to slip inside from behind. She softly moans at the intrusion but doesn’t resist. Doesn’t demand more sleep, which we both need. Jaye simply lifts her knee a little higher and rocks with the motion, riding the two digits the same way, she loves to ride my dick. Feeling her grow wetter during every passing push causes my already hard shaft to swell to the point of pain. While it’s not the easiest shit to ignore, I do it. I keep my focus on stretching her exhausted muscles, loosening them to a level where pleasure is all she’ll feel. Letting my thumb tease her puckered hole she loves my tongue on instantly gets juices speedily and steadily spreading down to my wrist.
At that point, I replace my fingers with my cock, hands clutching her ass for support in the new position. Jaye’s leg tumbles off the side of the couch, foot hitting the floor, and seeing her beautiful, curvy body splayed out for me like an offering fuels the ferociousness of my actions. Barbarously slamming deep, bounces her against the cushiony piece of furniture, but each hard hit leaves her toes with no choice but to claw the ground beneath them for leverage. My grip on her full cheeks harshens as her back bows on a breathy howl of my name. White-hot, wet heat swarms around my shaft, laving it from tip to base to balls, in thick creaminess that I hate myself for waiting so long to have.
The perpetual pumping of my dick is primitive.
Pitiless.
Pierces through the pulsations proclaiming she can’t take much more to command that she does.
Demand that she takes my dick until I have no doubt she’s completely satisfied.
Her orgasmic screams oscillate between being buried into the couch cushion and leaked into the room alongside each additional thrust that grinds her against the furniture. Knowing her clit is just out of my reach convinces me to slightly readjust so that every stroke I deliver causes the sensitive spot to brush against the sofa, assisting in the most boorish way possible. Jaye eagerly and needily throws her body into the hump movements, helping herself to another orgasm, proving she too is becoming greedy.
For me.
This.
One set of fingers abandons its post on her perfect ass to predatorily scrape up her spine and snatch a fist fill of her tangled curls. The snapping of her head backward frees a throaty moan and recalling that this position, this bestial claiming, is one she fantasized about for so long, a fantasy that only I will ever fulfill, prompts me to rapidly pound. And yank her into the hammering. Grunt and curse and hiss over the perfect fucking sound my balls make each time they slap her.
Her pussy screams match those escaping her lips severing any chance I have for lasting much longer. The overworked muscles swell around my shaft, trapping it deep, and unyieldingly milk from it every last drop of cum it can. Spurt upon spurt is swallowed and guzzled as though her body’s still starving, desperate to be fed more of me despite the fact that’s basically the only thing it’s had all night.
Don’t look at me like that. I did feed my woman! I’m a man of my word. I fed her, fucked her, bathed her, fucked her, read four pages of some smut novel, and fucked her again. My plan was executed…I just…had to rearrange it a bit.
Finally sated the two of us collapse not only back onto the couch but into each other’s arms.
“Good morning, baby.” Jaye sweetly hums, nestling herself against me. “Can we start every morning this way?”
Pride can’t be prevented from plastering itself in my grin. “We can.”
“Hot sex and then hot coffee.”
I lightly chuckle over the statement. “It’s a good plan, but you probably don’t wanna go to work smelling like sex every morning, so how about hot sex, hot shower for you, and then hot coffee?”
She slowly nods during a loud nod. “Your plan is better.”
My head tilts her direction, grateful to have her gaze meet mine shortly after. “How about we go another round in the shower, count that as our gym session, and then stop at Loca Mocha Casabloca on our way to therapy?”