Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
I put the TV on to some baseball highlights and zoned out, thinking back over the night. I kept thinking about her back arched as she came, saying my name over and over. That look on her face as her orgasm hit her like a truck drove me insane and lit a fire in my cock. It was amazing the way she begged for it, the way her pussy gripped my cock, and she never seemed to get tired of me fucking her nice and deep.
I could feel myself getting hungry for her again. Maybe I would have to go wake her up after all and give her a nice breakfast of my cock.
Before I could do that, there was a knock at the door. Grunting, I grabbed the pair of pants I had left on the ground the night before, slipped them on, and opened the door. The room service guy wheeled in the cart and set it up. I tossed him a few dollars and surveyed my food.
I heard some noise from the bedroom as I poured myself a cup of coffee and grabbed a handful of bacon. Selena emerged a minute later, wearing short cotton shorts and a thin white T-shirt, looking sexy as fuck with her hair all messy.
“Morning,” I grunted. “Got breakfast.”
“Oh. Good.” She walked over to the cart as I sat down at the table, sipping my coffee and watching her.
She glanced at me but quickly looked away. I frowned at that. Normally she couldn’t help but fucking stare at me, but this morning she was acting like a frightened woodland creature. If I spoke, I was willing to bet she’d scamper away and hide behind some trees.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked her.
“Fine.”
“Food look okay?”
“Great. Thanks.”
Fuck. This was why I kicked every slut out after our one night together. I hated fucking awkwardness, hated fucking post-sex awkwardness even more. The girl was clearly feeling weird about all the work I’d put her body through and suddenly was acting weird.
We didn’t have to be all fucking lovey-dovey. I didn’t want that shit. We didn’t even have to fuck again, though that’d be nice. I just didn’t need this damn stupid awkwardness.
“Okay, let’s get it out there,” I said finally, unable to keep my damn mouth shut. “I fucked you last night, made you come again and again, and you can’t stop thinking about it.”
She stared at me, wide-eyed. Just like a doe caught in front of a speeding van. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. Quickly, that fear turned into anger.
“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she said. “It’s not like I was drunk. I remember what we did.”
“Good. So no need to act weird about it.”
“I’m not.”
I laughed again, grinning at her. “Come off it. You’re acting all weird. I don’t need this awkward shit between us.”
“I’m not acting weird,” she said, annoyed. “But you’re definitely being a dick.”
“Whatever you say, girl. You’re my wife now though. You’ll have to get used to the sweet fucking I gave you.”
She made a face. “I’m not getting used to anything.” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “You’re so damn arrogant, you know that?”
“Maybe. And your pussy is like a fucking magnet for my steel cock.”
“Steel cock?” she said, laughing.
“Lighten up a bit, babe.”
She shook her head. “Look, you want to talk about last night?”
“Not really,” I said. “I just want this awkward shit to go away.”
“Fine. Last night happened. We can’t take it back. Let’s just pretend like it didn’t and go back to normal.”
I stared at her for a second. I didn’t want to pretend like it hadn’t happened. I wanted to keep fucking her, to keep making her say my name.
But I wasn’t some pussy-whipped pathetic loser. If she wanted to ignore it, then that was fine by me. I’d get what I wanted in the end.
“Whatever you say,” I grunted at her.
“Okay.” She turned and disappeared back into the bedroom.
So much for sleeping in the bed. I’d better get used to these damn couches, and quick.
I didn’t have much time to be annoyed about that. There was another knock at the door, and I had a pretty good guess about who it was.
I walked over and pulled it open. “Morning, Liv.”
“Put a shirt on,” she muttered, “and let me inside.”
I stepped back and she walked in. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Is your wife around?”
I heard the shower running and shook my head. “Sounds like she’s busy.”
“Good.” Livy sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of coffee. “Sit. Let’s talk.”
I sat down and sighed. “The fuck is this about, Liv? It’s early.”
“I know what’s happening with this girl,” she said.
I stared at her, grinning dangerously. “You’ve finally noticed our love?”
“Don’t bullshit me, Nash. I know this whole thing is a charade.”