Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Then he lifted up onto his tip toes, hitting me from an altogether new angle, and I lost it.
My orgasm burst through me, taking me down so hard that if he wasn’t already holding me up, I’d have fallen down to my knees. Bowe was filling up holes inside of me that I didn’t know existed.
Happiness and bliss intermingled, making me feel so on top of the world that I knew I never wanted to come down again.
“You look rough,” he said, slightly breathless.
I looked down at my legs that were still on top of his elbows, then to where we were connected.
My pussy spasmed at the sight of him using all that manliness to hold me where he wanted me while he fucked my brains out, and I growled.
The next couple of moments were of him as he took his pleasure from me, and me watching him while he did it.
He used my body. Fucked me like a man possessed.
And I liked it.
Chapter 16
Beardicide - the act of shaving your beard despite the screams of protest in your inner mind.
-Things a firefighter must do to stay alive
Bowe
“Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun,” I heard from behind me.
I turned to Angie, my brows raising at her use of the Jaws theme song.
“Shut up,” I grunted, turning back to the mirror.
“Does it hurt?” she whispered.
Was that a hint of a smile I could hear in her voice?
“Only a little,” I said through gritted teeth.
I was in the bathroom that I’d taken over when I’d moved in here with her, and she was standing in the doorway to the bedroom that I hadn’t used since she’d invited me into her bed.
“I think women all over America are crying right now,” she watched as I took the first pass. “Oh, God. It hurts to watch!”
I rolled my eyes to hers. “You can stop any time now.”
She grinned.
“I could,” she agreed. “But I won’t.”
A pudgy little body hit my leg, and I looked down to see Elise pull up on my leg.
By grabbing my leg hairs.
“Ouch,” I gasped, resisting the urge to pull away from the pain. “Watch it, Stinker. Those are attached.”
So that’s how it went for the next ten minutes.
Mother and daughter watching me, while I committed beardicide.
The moment the entire thing, except a goatee—which I was hoping could stay and still allow my SCBA breathing apparatus to work appropriately—was gone. Nothing left surrounding the goatee that framed my mouth, but baby soft skin.
“What time do you have to be at work?” I asked her once I was done.
She pursed her lips.
“I’m working with Alec today, so anytime I want. Most likely eight, though,” she explained. “Why?”
“No classes?” I persisted.
She shook her head.
“Today’s a holiday, and you know that,” she pointed out.
I was nodding before she finished.
“Come here,” I ordered, crooking my finger at her.
The moment she was within reach, my mouth dropping down to place a quick kiss on hers.
“Would you be upset if I accidentally slapped you and told you not to look at me without your beard?” Angie asked, completely blank faced and faux seriousness.
I looked at her, without my beard, and grinned.
Disentangling her daughter from my leg hairs, I set her down gently onto her bottom then started stalking forward.
Angie, reading the seriousness of the act, started to back away.
I didn’t let her.
The moment she took a step to flee, I had her by the arm and dragged her toward me.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I don’t think you could pleasure me the same way without your beard,” she teased.
My mouth dropped open.
“You don’t think I can, huh?” I asked.
She nodded, her eyes lit with hilarity.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “I don’t think you can.”
Letting go of her, slowly, I backed away.
“Go put your daughter in her bed for a few minutes so she doesn’t get introduced to the male anatomy at such a young age,” I ordered. “Apparently, her mother needs a few lessons.”
She licked her lips.
“I guess I can do that.”
I heard her move around, turning Elise’s TV on for her, then giving her toys that Elise could throw across the room, out of her crib, when she was done playing with them.
Two minutes later I was waiting in the hall for her.
The minute she closed the door, I was on her, pinning her to the wall and I showed her just what my non-bearded face could do.
***
Fifteen minutes later, I bent down to pick Elise up, who was now playing with my shoelaces after her impromptu TV time that lasted all of seven minutes. I settled her on one hip, immediately taking the necklace that was around my neck away from her before she could put it into her mouth.
“You never gave me the story of that,” she looked at me holding the necklace hostage.
Elise slapped my hand with her pudgy little ones, and I grinned down at her.