Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
He climbed on the bed, kneeling beside me as one of his big hands went between my legs and covered my heat. Damn, even his hands were big, he covered me completely there and it felt so good to have his rough palm resting against my swollen clit.
“What do you want to talk about sweetheart?”
“Huh?” What was he talking about now? That smirk returned and he moved his hand, making butterflies take flight in my womb.
He leaned over and kissed me and it was the sweetest kiss I’d ever shared. Too soon he moved his mouth away from mine and I felt the loss. I must’ve made a complaining sound because he shushed me with promises of more.
“I asked what you wanted to talk about?”
“Oh, that, uhm….” Who could think with him teasing my lips with his tongue, and moving his hand against my clit like that? He moved his hand away and my eyes flew open to stare up at him. “Tell me. What is it you want to know?”
“Who are you, where are you from?” I realized the incongruity of my words when I felt his shoulders shake with mirth.
Soon I too was laughing at the situation. “Fine. You want to talk first or fuck now and talk later?” He spread my legs as he asked this and slid two fingers inside me while teasing my already inflamed clit with his thumb.
“Later, tell me later.” I pulled him down to me and kissed his laughing mouth. I thought for sure he would go straight to the goods the way he always does, but it looks like he was in a playful mood tonight.
Instead of spreading me open with his hips, it was his shoulders that I felt between my thighs as he used them to push them open. Then his tongue was there and I stopped thinking altogether. I could only feel.
His tongue eased the ache I’d been carrying around all day. It reached deep inside and sucked up my juices and I reveled in the way he made love to me with his mouth until it wasn’t enough. I grabbed his hair and tried to tell him what I wanted, but the words wouldn’t come.
He fucked me with his tongue before pulling it out and lapping at me like a starving wolf. I wasn’t too surprised when I found myself being tossed to my hands and knees with him kneeling behind me.
Or when I felt his cock nosing around at my entrance seconds before that filling feeling I was beginning to love, crave hit me. I hissed and move back to take more of him, even though it hurt. But dammit, the pain was so addicting.
My poor sheets paid the price again but I didn’t care, I’ll buy a whole chest full tomorrow, just as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing now. His cockhead rubbed against that place deep inside that I knew was going to make me sore all day tomorrow, but again, I didn’t care.
I let him have me, doing as he pleased until we both came roaring and screaming. I felt him shake and moan as if losing control of his body and nothing had ever filled me with so much pride.
That I could make someone like him react like that went a long way to soothing my wounded ego. And I knew it wasn’t an act that he was really enjoying my body and what we were doing together in this bed.
I’ve had enough fake orgasms to know the real thing when I see it. And if the marks he keeps leaving on my body and the fact that he keeps forgetting to pull out. Either that or he was just too far gone each time to care, was any indication, the man was having himself a grand old time.
“Talk!” Hadn’t I already told him what I wanted to know? Looks like he wanted me to go first.
“What do you want to know?”
“Usually when a woman says ‘we need to talk’ it means she has some shit she wants to say. I figured I’d just give you the chance to go first.”
Wow, a man who’s taken the time to learn something about women. “Well, I guess I would like to know how long you plan on staying.” I don’t know why now that I’d said the words out in the open like that I felt so nervous, but I did.
I held my breath while he took his sweet time answering. “I’m not sure. That first day I came into your bar was supposed to be my last here, but something has been keeping me back ever since then.”
I got all warm and fuzzy when he kissed my hair after saying that. I was the something keeping him here. Oh, the irony. The boy I’d known my whole life had up and left because he didn’t want to be here any longer.