Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Take off the towel.” I throb at her insistence, and against better judgement, I listen to my body rather than my head.
The towel falls around my feet, and she smiles victoriously.
“Magnificent,” she says not taking her eyes off of my proud, jutting cock.
I know I can’t touch her, but the distance between us is killing me. I climb on the end of the bed and sit back on my feet. My legs are spread wide, and the thrumming in my balls is almost unbearable.
She closes her eyes and pushes her head deeper into the pillow.
“Jesus,” I gasp at the erotic sight. I reach down and grip my cock firmly, stroking it from root to tip.
She opens her eyes, noticing me stroking myself. “That’s so hot,” she says moving her fingers faster.
“Put one inside of you.”
She obeys, and her face immediately softens at the sensation, her eyelids growing increasingly heavy. The sight of her slender finger disappearing into her slick heat nearly has me coming. I grip my sac and tug it down a little because I want this to last forever.
“So good,” she whimpers, adding a second finger.
It’s astonishing how sexy this woman is on her back, one hand gripping her breast, and the other one buried in her pussy. I salivate upon seeing her fingers glisten on the up stroke. I swallow roughly when all I want to do is clean her fingers with my mouth and finish her off with my tongue.
“Kid!” she moans. I watch, enthralled, as her body slightly convulses.
“Fuck,” I say moving closer to her body.
My orgasm hits full force, and instinctively I bend closer to her and release on her quivering stomach. Jet after jet of come marking her beautifully pale body.
She pulls her fingers from her cleft and holds it away from her, a shyness suddenly taking over her features. I dip my head and suck her fingers in my mouth. Addicted. One simple taste and Khloe Devaro has me hooked.
Chapter 21
Khloe
I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well in my entire life. Kid’s smell is surrounding me, invading my brain as if it has a right to be there. I don’t mind one bit.
Last night was pure heaven. Did I act immature and try to make Kid jealous by flirting with Snatch? Of course I did. I can’t even say I regret it after the way our night ended. My heart broke nearly in two when he walked off with Snapper. I knew what they were going to do. I had an idea that it was going to end the way it did my first night here.
Angry, I followed shortly after them. I knew I couldn’t handle seeing her in the kitchen tomorrow in his shirt. I don’t know what I was planning to do; all I knew was that I wouldn’t sit around and let it happen. I figured I’d bang on the door until he let me in. Then I would have insisted she leave and never offer herself up to him again. I didn’t know if it would’ve worked, but I had to try.
I was shocked when I rounded the hallway corner to see her leaving his room. I expected a confrontation of some sort, but she just raised an eyebrow at me and walked past without a word. I knocked softly on his door, yet he didn’t answer. I took the liberty of letting myself in.
He wasn’t in the main bedroom but I could hear the shower going. I stripped down and waited for him. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest with nervousness. All shyness flew out the window the second I saw the heat in his eyes. I wasn’t being fair. I knew he wanted to wait, but that whole idea was barbaric. He had an issue with my age, not the state.
I was bordering on comatose and in a cloud of exhaustion when he tossed me a t-shirt and helped me under the covers. Once again he insisted on sleeping on top while I was restricted to below. Frustrating to say the least. It was almost like nothing happened between us.
Lying in bed this morning on his chest, I hear every deep breath he takes; I hear every strong beat of his heart. I know I’ll never be able to leave the clubhouse. I’ve wanted nothing more than to leave this horrible town and my past behind me, but leaving town means leaving him. That’s not something I can do. The path that I’ve wanted for years now seems like a bad decision.
I flex my fingers against the warm skin of his chest. Every night prior to last night he’s slept in his blue jeans. Last night he’d only tugged on his boxer briefs. I have no idea what he’s dreaming about but it must be good because he’s testing the strength of the cotton with a thickness I’m certain to never be able to handle.