Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
It was right after straightening up that she came back out.
My eyes took in her near naked state.
She walked in, her clothes in her hands, and walked straight to the trunk I had in the corner and turned, giving me a view of her thong-clad ass and bare back.
I was right about her hips.
They were sexy as hell, and when she bent over in front of me, in only her panties, I forgot how to think straight.
I didn’t think about the house being surrounded by other houses with every single window shade open in the living room, meaning anyone that was outside would be able to see in.
I didn’t think about much of anything but the need to get inside of her.
When she turned to me, bare breasts swaying slightly as she breathed roughly, I knew that this time would be different.
Both being adults now, each of us had changed a lot.
According to her, my penis had grown. Newsflash, it hadn’t. I just knew that her perception of things had changed. That she was now able to better analyze things.
Like I was.
But her breasts? They had grown. She’d filled out, taking away her teenage lines and filling out into womanly curves.
She was so utterly beautiful that it physically hurt to breathe.
I licked my lips and reached down to push off my underwear.
Her eyes went huge as my erection sprung free from the confines of my boxers.
“You have a tattoo!”
I did.
I’d been waiting for this moment for such a long time that it was honestly laughable that it was actually here.
She moved forward, her breasts jostling, and then bent down in front of my cock, eyes only inches away from the head.
“I can’t believe you have a tattoo!” she cried, straightening and placing her hand over her mouth.
I burst out laughing. “You were the one who told me I had to get it!”
Okay, so on a drunken night back when I’d first graduated from flight school, I’d thought it was the best idea ever, getting that tattoo.
It was small in the grand scheme of things. Three inches by two inches.
Keep Away.
Beckham’s only.
It was written right above the base of my cock. And, since my pubic hair didn’t grow out all big and bushy thanks to my genetics, you could see it quite well even through the small amount of hair I did have.
“I can’t believe you actually did it.” She shook her head. “I was teasing… and holy shit, does that make me horny as hell.”
CHAPTER 12
Walk like a champion.
-Tampon inspirational quote
TROUPER
I reached for her, pulling her into my arms, and then walked her backward so that I could take her to the bed.
When her knees hit the bed, she fell backward, and I followed her, catching myself on my hands beside her head as we both bounced.
She looked down the length of my body, her hands smoothing up and down the line of my ribs.
Her hands were soft, and the way her fingertips danced over my ribcage made me nearly squirm.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed. “You above me, holding me down, just like this.”
I moved further into position between her legs, allowing my cock to grind against her pussy for a few short seconds before I pulled back.
The tip of my cock dragged along her wetness. The heavy weight of my cock pressed against the tip of her clit, causing her breath to hitch and her nipples to pebble.
“I know that you want to drag this out. Make it good. But I’m telling you now, Troup, that all I need is you to stick it in me and pump a few times. Seriously.”
My lips twitched as my gaze met hers. “Put it in and pump a few times?”
She nodded. “Just this once. We can do it slow next time.”
I grinned as I dragged my cock through her folds again.
When the tip caught on her entrance, I didn’t try to drag it upwards again.
Instead, I pushed slightly forward.
And realized that I was making a mistake.
Or I would make a mistake if I didn’t pull back.
“Shit,” I said, eyes closing tightly. “I don’t have a condom.”
I didn’t keep them.
I had no need for them.
Her eyes widened comically.
“None?”
I paused with just the tip inside of her.
It was like my cock head was surrounded by molten heat.
I wanted to move. To shove it into her so hard that the burning stopped.
But I knew that it would only get worse.
That this feeling, the way she felt like she was on fire, was something that wouldn’t stop.
“What would I do with condoms, Beckham?” I asked through gritted teeth.
I needed to pull away.
“Just…” She licked her lips. “Just, God. I need you inside of me. I just… please, don’t…”
She was having trouble with her words.
And me, being the man that I was, I froze and tried to tell myself to pull out.