Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
His heart squeezed at her words. He lifted her up, cradling her, and bounded up the steps as she gasped. He left her bag by the door and unlocked the house.
“Chris,” she said in protest, but she was smiling.
“I want you to see the place. And I’m carrying you across the threshold so the first time you ever went inside, it’s because I brought you here.”
“Chris, that’s for married people,” she corrected, laughing.
“Yeah, well....” he replied and swept her into the living room.
Sarah gasped again. “Oh my God.”
He set her down on her feet. “I know it doesn’t look like much right now. It-”
“No, it’s amazing!” she protested and began walking around.
The living room was impressive, he agreed silently, if you could see past the cobwebs and grime. The floorboards were cracked and peeling, so were the pine board walls, but it was open with and two stories tall with large windows high up near the ceiling to let in the most light possible.
Pepper launched herself at Sarah, who picked her up and snuggled her close. She carried the cat around the room as she looked it over. Stopping at the fireplace, she reached out and touched the mantel. A small piece of the stonework crumbled and fell to the floor. She jumped back with a yelp and looked at him apologetically. “Sorry!” she cried.
He smiled and shook his head. “I’m replacing that. Before winter hits. There’s one in the master bedroom, too.”
She turned to him and gave him that look. Heat immediately pooled in his belly. “Let’s go look,” she said quietly.
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Sarah had lost all of her reluctance in her time away from Chris. She’d gone to bed every night missing him and woke up every morning missing him that much more and she wasn’t going to waste another minute missing him. She kicked off her slip-on ballet shoes and pulled her shirt off over her head. She turned to face him and unfastened her bra while he watched. She let it drop to the floor and then wiggled out of her jeans and panties. Chris’ darkening gaze watched her every movement. Then it was his turn.
She approached him before he could do anything. She took hold of the hem of his shirt and pushed it up. He raised his arms so she could strip him of it, kissing his broad chest as it was revealed. She kept her mouth on him, working her way down his stomach. She knelt down in front of him and untied first one large boot then the other and laid them aside. Looking up to meet his gaze, she unfastened his jeans.
She rose up to pull his boxer briefs down enough to expose his already hardened cock. She only teased him with her hot breath against it as she pushed his jeans and underwear down to the floor. Chris was naked now in front of her and her hands were trembling, this time from sheer excitement and aching desire.
She licked his shaft from the base to the tip, repeating the process until a glistening drop of pre-cum beaded out of the slit. She barely touched it with the tip of her tongue giving him an unfettered view of it. He groaned appreciatively.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked gently. Since Chris hadn’t taken it upon himself to touch her yet, she took hold of his hands and put them in her hair. His fingers threaded through the brown locks and she took him as deep as she could manage. She worked him slowly, though, because he was already so hard and she knew he couldn’t be far from finishing. She’d been gone a long time.
When he was almost at the edge and she was nearly out of breath from her ministrations, she stopped and leaned back. “Don’t come yet,” she managed to say.
“Baby,” he said, his voice strained and his breath equally ragged. “There’s no way I can wait.”
She got up and grabbed his wrist. “You don’t have to wait,” she assured him. “Just finish inside me.”
She pulled him to the bed and brought him down with her. She was already wet with her desire for him and she gripped his hips to angle him into her aching pussy.
“Wait,” he groaned.
She shook her head. “Pill,” she whispered. “I’m on the pill.”
Chris nodded, apparently needing no more encouragement from her and far beyond the ability to speak much at this point. He took hold of her legs behind the knee and pulled them up to spread her open for him. She quivered with need.
The warm, slicked head of his dick nudged her clit, causing her to cry out. Then it slid down and buried into her tight channel. Chris let go of her legs and she wrapped them around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. He pressed his hands into either side of the mattress and drove hard into her again.