Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Seamus grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm soapy water before cleaning himself. He tossed it into the hamper and then dampened another one and headed back to the room. Crawling on the bed, he gently turned Tamryn onto her back. He took this moment to study her while she was unaware. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was messy. Her lips were kiss-swollen and he saw the slight abrasions around her neck where he’d given her several love bites, yet he’d never seen a more beautiful sight.
Seamus tweaked one blackberry colored nipple, bringing it to life. She released a moan but remained asleep. “Seamus,” she whispered.
A smile touched his lips. It was nice to know she was thinking about him in her sleep. He could watch her like this forever. As soon as that thought entered his head, however, he quickly pushed it out of his mind. This was just sex, nothing more. She was no different than the other whores that worked here. Hadn’t she already proved the kind of person she was by stealing from him?
The fact that he’d kept her in his bed until the morning was something out of character for him. He refused to allow her to make this something that it wasn’t. At first, he felt a bit guilty at the thought of waking her when she’d had so little sleep, but he wanted her again. It was after all, what she was being paid for.
More roughly than he’d originally intended, her pushed her legs apart. Her pussy lips were puffy and caked with the mixture of her dried juices and his cum. Seamus took the washcloth and cleaned her off. She started to moan and gyrate but her eyes remained closed. Seamus knew exactly how to wake her up. Once he’d cleaned her up to his satisfaction, he settled between her thighs and spread her wide before diving in face first.
She tasted divine. He stroked and licked her with his tongue, exploring every single inch of her cunt.
“Seamus,” she moaned. “What are you doing?” Tamryn’s voice was husky from the sleep she was obviously trying to shake off.
He raised his head long enough to catch her gaze. “Just lay back and enjoy it. I want you awake and ready for me because I’m going to fuck you again.”
Tamryn groaned. “Don’t know if I can take anymore.”
“Oh, you’re going to take it alright and you’re going to keep taking it until I say you won’t,” and with that, he buried his face in her pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside her channel.
There was no further protest from her as she tilted her hips driving her pussy against his mouth. She gripped his hair in her fist. “Feels so good.”
Her juices coated his face and he licked and slurped and sucked. Seamus loved pussy, the look of it, the taste and the smell of it. But there seemed to be something extra special about Tamryn’s pussy. It was like a beautiful dark rose with succulent pink insides.
Seamus captured her clit between his teeth and nibbled as he added two fingers inside of her tight hole. “Oh God!” she screamed as she squirted her release.
He’d learned last night that she was a squirter and he found that sexy as fuck and it filled him with a sense of masculine pride that he was the reason for it. Once he’d had enough, Seamus rose to his knees and placed his cock against her entrance.
Tamryn whimpered as he slid into her. Seamus inhaled sharply. “Shit.” She was just as tight as she had been the night before. It was no wonder he couldn’t get enough of her. Being inside of Tamryn felt like…home. He lifted her hips and rammed himself in and out of her, going balls deep.
She dragged her nails down the front of his chest and screamed his name. “Seamus!”
“Tamryn!” He shot his seed deep inside of her.
It took him a couple moments to catch his breath before he pulled away from her and rolled off the bed. He could see that Tamryn was clearly recovering from this last round of fucking but he needed her out of here before he did something foolish, like imagine that there had been more to what they’d experienced than just plain sex.
“Get up and get dressed.”
Tamryn frowned as she sat up. She winced as she moved making it clear that her body ached. “What?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not hard of hearing. I want you out. Get your shit and go.”
Tamryn flinched at his words. Maybe they were a bit harsher than he’d meant to deliver them but that couldn’t be helped now. She scooted off the bed and searched for her dress which was laying on the floor. She shimmed into that slip of cloth that barely left anything to the imagination before turning to him. “Umm, you said I’d need a code to get out.”