Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Tulsa.” Even after I finish coming, I keep moving my hips back and forth while looking at our combined bodies. “I want a picture of us.” I fall to my elbows, caging her in. “Would you let me, butterfly, hmm? Let me keep a precious moment between the two of us?” I ask her. She must like the idea. The pulsing of her center around my length gives it away. “No one will see it. It’s for our eyes only.” She locks her legs around my waist, her hands leaving her tits, one going to my bicep, grasping it, the other hitting the nightstand, wrapping her pretty fingers around my phone before handing it to me.
“It’s yours, Ledger. Don’t you know that by now? Every bit of me is yours, just like you’re mine.” I kiss her, tongue sliding out to lap at her lower lips, silently asking her to open for me. She does without hesitation. It’s soft and sweet yet still powerful as hell. When I pull back, she groans at me pulling away, as if I could fucking ever. I’d follow her to the ends of this earth. She’s never leaving my side again.
“Fuck yeah, I am. Keep your legs locked around me. Those pretty thighs are spread wide open.” I take the phone, pull up the camera app, and take a picture of the two of us, of our combined wetness, while slowly moving, capturing the full effect of my cum coating the lips of her pussy.
“Ledger,” she moans, and I know this won’t be the last time I capture me fucking my woman on camera, especially since she’s enjoying it just as much as I am.
24
TULSA ROSE
This morning is the first day of my new job. Starting in the middle of the week is awkward. Waking up with Ledger’s head buried between my thighs wasn’t. Honestly, he gave me the best sendoff ever, and when I attempted to return the favor, his phone rang, and he was flying out of the bed, realizing the time and how long he spent with me in bed after his alarm went off. The bad part about that was waking up when he did. It was early. A construction job of any kind doesn’t have a certain set of hours. There’s no nine to five, ever. It’s from sunup to beat the heat till sundown, and that’s only because it’s too dark, along with the mosquitos that would carry you away come the witching hour here in Florida.
I drove into town and headed to the home office of R & R to get my paperwork, tax information, and where my desk would be should I want or need to work in the office. This job gives me the flexibility to work from wherever, though for the most part, I’ll be at the Mockingbird House, searching online and in stores to find items that replicate the era of the home. A quick rundown of how a few things are handled, then I was in my Tahoe, ready to get my hands into the mix of things. Pictures and videos of the house were sent my way, but they never do a historical home justice. The walls tell a story, and the woodwork is a craft of its own. Nothing was used except their hands, tools, and a lot of time. Unlike today, where everything is machine driven.
What I don’t expect when pulling onto the project, is seeing Ledgers big white truck or him standing next to it, shirt pulled up as he wipes the sweat off his face, showing me the flex of his abs. He almost has me forgetting to put my vehicle in Park. I’m too busy salivating over the man who currently has me walking bow legged after last night, only making it worse as he spread my thighs, hands and fingers digging into the insides to keep them open the way he wanted me. The bruises he left between them make me want to drop to my knees and beg for more. I finally pull my shit together and put the truck in Park this time, then grab my bag that holds my iPad, notepads, portable charger, and a whole lot of swatches for the exterior paint job they want started as soon as the roof gets under way. That’s my first task. Which, obviously, Sinclair Roofing is doing. Smart move. Clearly, talking about our jobs wasn’t high on the list of priorities. Ledger whispering into my ear that his sole purpose was to feel me come on his cock while he fucks his cum into my body with the very likelihood of us creating a child was. Yep, trying to explain to myself why I loved the idea of that wasn’t a hardship either. I somehow manage to get out of my vehicle without stumbling. Ledger takes that moment to strip his cotton shirt off his body, throwing it into the truck and walking toward the front. He opens the door, grabs another shirt, and slides it over his head, this time giving me a show of his muscular back. The man is built from hours of hard work on the job as well as in the garage at his place, converting it into a gym of sorts. Though, I’ve yet to see him use it. I really hope to, and soon.