Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“It’s just you and your mama?”
I nod and search for my checkbook that I never use except to write the rent check since the pervert upstairs refuses to take a bank transfer or any other payment method from the twenty-first fucking century.
“Just been us since my dad split ages ago. I was about ten the last time I saw him,” I say as I sign my name. “Last I heard, he’s locked up in Tennessee.” I tear off the check and toss a breezy “Be right back” over my shoulder.
Joaquin says, “Oh,” and follows me up the narrow staircase, where I slip the rent check under the landlord’s front door.
I turn quickly, eager to get away before the old, perverted fuck opens the door, but I slam right against Joaquin’s chest.
“Well, hello there,” I say with a wicked grin.
He grins back and shakes his head. “Sup?”
I put my hand on his chest and let it slide down his jeans until I find his cock, long and hard. “You.”
“Is that right?”
I nod and squeeze his cock through his pants. “I can feel how hard you are, Joaquin. The question is, what are you gonna do about it?”
I give his chest a shove, and he walks back down the stairs and pulls me inside the apartment.
‘That’s not the question,” he growls. “The question is, what are you gonna do about it?”
I bite my bottom lip to stop the groan from escaping from my mouth. Every nerve ending lights on fire at the sexy challenge in his voice, the heat burning his eyes black.
“What about Diesel?”
“Fuck him. He’ll wait. What about your mother?”
“Working.”
“Perfect,” he sighs.
I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly as a smile forms on my lips. I take one of his hands and lead him down the hall to my bedroom. Inside, I push him against the door until it closes and drop to my knees.
“Fuck, Willow.”
I smile up at him. “This first, fucking next,” I tell him as I’m unzipping his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers until I have his thick, brown cock in my hands.
“Such a pretty cock,” I say and flick my tongue over the slit until that pretty little bead of liquid makes an appearance.
“Willow,” he growls and fists one hand in my hair, giving it a firm tug that I feel all the way down to my pussy.
“That’s exactly what I want to hear,” I tell him and fist his cock in my hand, stroking it until he’s rock hard and ready for me. “My name on your lips.”
I taste his cock, all eight and a half inches of him until he’s at the back of my throat. Again and again, I give him my best head game because after the first fuck, I knew I wanted him, but as I suck him off in my bedroom, I know I’m gonna make him mine.
“Willow,” he moans when I release him and lick his balls while I stroke his cock. “Ah, fuck, babe. Yes.”
I cradle his balls in my hand and take him deep, wetting his cock until it glistens. Then I feel them tighten in my hand, and I smile around his thickness. His hips thrust forward, and I groan, so fucking aroused that I can’t think straight. I’m fucking his cock with my mouth, my eyes closed, and savoring him as he moans my name over and over again.
“Fuck,” he growls and yanks my hair until I’m leaning back and staring up at his dark gaze. “Enough.”
My eyes are wide, and my nipples are hard at his forceful tone. My pussy leaks down my thighs while he tears my shirt from my body and yanks my pants and panties down my legs. He is a man on fire, and the only thing he wants is me.
“Enough?” I gasp.
He nods and pushes me back on the bed, but I get up on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass to tempt him. “Willow,” he groans, and when I look over my shoulder, he’s stroking his cock.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how your cock felt when you fucked me like this under the stars.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and a second later, his thick cock thrusts deep.
“Oh, God,” I cry out and arch my back, silently begging him to go deeper.
“So fucking wet.” He smacks my ass and fucks me hard and fast. He’s so turned on by the way I sucked him off that he’s fucking me hard and deep, so fast I can hardly keep up with the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Just for you,” I tell him on a breathless whisper.
Joaquin lets out another feral growl and grabs my hips, lifting me up, so not even my knees touch the bed. Nothing but my hands are keeping me grounded as his cock pounds into me, hard and deep, just how I like it.