Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Keep riding the orgasmic wave that’s feeding scrumptious heat to every starving cell in my body.
“You’re such a fucking beauty taking all my cum like this,” Tanner pants, grip around my throat finally loosening. “Don’t spill a goddamn drop.” Pleased hums and licks are littered across the space closest to him. “I want you to drip it all over my tongue.”
The jaw dropping declaration is immediately executed.
One minute I’m on my side and the next I’m on my back.
Legs swung over his shoulders.
Heels needily kicking him in the back as he lazily laps up the filthy mixture we just made.
One swirl flows into two.
Two transitions into three.
And three becomes four and five and six while each set of my fingertips latch onto our separate locks eager to tug them in tandem.
My eyes squeeze shut at the same time my back begins to arch on a hoarse howling of his number, “Twenty-ei-”
“Happy birthday!” abruptly exclaims a feminine voice I wasn’t expecting to hear.
At least not now.
You know.
With my boyfriend’s face between my legs!
“Mom!” is squawked during my blanket grabbing scrambling.
“Mom?!” echoes Tanner while trying to snatch it away from me to cover his chest.
“What are you doing?!” I slap his hand, forcing him to relinquish his hold. “Why are you trying to cover your tits?!” Moving the blanket to hide mine is done on a juvenile glare. “You don’t even have any!”
“Cock!” he shouts back in a fluster, a secondary effort being made to shield himself again. “Bloodyhell, Ducky! I’m trying to cover my cock!”
“Please do!” shouts my dad from the other room. “Please don’t have your balls or tits hanging out at breakfast!” The shortest pause in the history of pauses is taken. “Gracias!”
Mom briefly shuts her eyes, shakes her head in amusement, and sighs, “We’ll see you two out there in a minute.”
Shutting my dark, double arched doors with her on the other side leaves us alone to sharply turn to one another and enter into an exasperated, hushed conversation with him at the helm, “Did you know they were coming?!”
“Do you honestly think I would’ve been screaming like a fan in a sold-out crowd if I had?!” I hiss as I slide off the side of my low to the ground, four poster bed.
Tanner doesn’t hesitate to shoot me an arrogant beam. “Pretty sure you were screaming louder than that.”
“I can never scream again,” is thrown back before snatching his tan sweater from last night off the floor. “How does that sound?”
“Like I am being punished for using my silky mitts rather than praised.” The playful pout is presented between dressing actions. “You know I’m like Bear. I prefer positive reinforcement.” He reaches for his boxer briefs on a puzzled hum. “And speaking of my four-legged adopted child…”
There’s no stopping the grin that grows from the choice phrasing; however, I can hide it.
And do by letting my attention fall to the ground so that my messy hair blocks my face.
“Where was the warning of intruders?!”
The question summons my stare back to his. “They’re not introducers. They’re his grandparents.”
“Fair…however, a little bark, bark you are not alone, would have been useful.” His smile shifts into another obnoxiously arrogant one. “Then again, who is to say he didn’t try, yet was drowned out by your screaming.”
“I will drown you in whatever breakfast beverage is waiting for me in the other room.”
Chuckles escape prior to him inquiring, “Do I have any clean gear since someone is wearing my shirt from last night?”
Pointing to the dresser that’s housing a couple of his battling warrior figurines is effortless. “Bottom drawer.”
Tanner swiftly relocates to the area while I shimmy on the shorts I was wearing when Joey popped by last night. Just as they’re secured in place, he swoons, “I love that you gave me my own drawer.” Our eyes lock once more. “And I love this The Knights shirt you snuck in here.” Removing the black t-shirt that’s a riff on The Beatles crossing Abbey Road featuring King Arthur’s crew instead is done next. “You thought I wouldn’t notice.”
“I thought you wouldn’t care.”
“Why wouldn’t I care?”
“Because it wasn’t like a big…deal…or…whatever.” I grab a hair tie from my nightstand, accidentally bumping into a crossword booklet. “Just a…um…I saw this and thought of you type of thing.” Running my fingers up the back of my hair occurs next. “Kind of like you buying me duck socks.”
Which he does now.
Constantly.
It’s the weirdest, most random, super romantic thing.
I’m pretty sure I have some in every color.
“Those are for luck.” Tanner prepares to slide on the random, late-night splurge buy. “And obviously it’s working considering I have scored every game that you’ve worn a pair to.”
Ugh.
It’s true.
And because hockey fans are extremely superstitious – much like the players – it’s totally become my ritch to put on some.