Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He pulled back only far enough to say, “Suck my cock, Bin. You can have all of it. My hands are occupied at the moment.”
He was right. One hand had three fingers stuffed deep inside of me pulsing in and out at perfect rhythm that would have me coming in minutes, and the other was anchoring me to his face when my legs strained to get closer and pull away at the same time.
I fumbled for his cock, finding it standing straight and proud, only inches away from my face.
I pulled it toward me and sucked his cock.
I couldn’t say I was the most graceful at it.
Truly, I’d never sucked a cock before that had so much girth and length to it—he who shall not be named had only enough that it filled my mouth.
Garrett’s, on the other hand…
It was a big one.
Meaty.
So fucking meaty.
I couldn’t even get my hand around it.
Yes, I had small hands.
But Garrett’s cock was a thing of legends.
Both of my hands could fit around it with very little overlap.
And my mouth strained to accommodate more than just his cock head—which he’d had me sucking and enjoying only moments earlier.
Garrett’s tongue distracted me when it went up one side and down the other, not quite touching my clit, but giving me enough that my body tensed.
I was close.
I redoubled my efforts with his cock.
If he was going to make me come, he’d be following right behind me.
I would make sure of it.
I sucked his cock with renewed vigor with only one goal in mind.
Him, noticing my attentions, laughed against my pussy.
The vibration of his laugh had my entire body tensing.
Letting one hand go from around his cock, I used the other to twist and squeeze, going tighter than I would’ve thought would be comfortable.
Every time I twisted and squeezed harder, his abs would tense underneath my bare breasts, letting me know that he liked it.
Keeping that in mind, I cupped his balls in a soft hand and squeezed lightly.
He groaned, and I lost the battle with my orgasm.
I came all over his face, his fingers still shoved deep when I tightened down hard onto them.
I cried out around his cock, taking him in deeper than I intended to in my moment of weakness.
“Fuckkk,” he growled against my clit. “There you go, baby. Come on my fingers. Soak my hand in your juice.”
I had no other recourse but to do just that.
Coming for Garrett Carter was a given.
I knew that I’d never leave his bed sexually frustrated—unless he wanted me that way.
What I didn’t realize when I’d taken him into my body was just how wrung out he’d leave me when he took me.
With a chuckle, he rolled me over onto my back, lined his cock up with my still-throbbing pussy, and slammed inside.
“Yesss,” I cried out. “Yes, fuck me, Gee!”
He fucked me.
He fucked me so good that I was crying out in surprise with each thrust.
His growl had goose bumps filling my extremities, and just as I was about to fall over the edge a second time, he cried out and pulled his cock from my pussy.
“No!” I cried, reaching for him again.
With his struggle to get away, and my struggle to hold on, he did this weird limbo thing where his cock entered me once, pulled back out, then entered me only partially with each of us crying out in frustration.
In the end, his cock head was slightly lodged inside of me when each of us came down from our orgasms.
I lay panting on the bed, shaken and spent.
He was on his knees, both hands planted on my hips as he struggled with the desire to pull me closer but also push me away.
“I was trying to pull out of you so I could come on your belly,” he admitted after a while.
“You just stole the best orgasm of my life from me,” I admitted nervously. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight.”
He smoothed his hand up my hip, then pushed back inside of me with his hard cock, now much slicker than before.
I groaned deliciously, loving the way that just that one more had me bowing off the bed in pleasure.
“In for a penny…”
He started to fuck me again, this time making sure to get me off the right way.
It was as we were coming down from his second orgasm, and my third, that a loud bang followed by a “Garrett?” had us both getting off the bed in haste.
“Be there in a minute, Mom! Showing Bindi how to use the shower!” he called, then closed the door to his bedroom with a solid thud.
There was laughter on the other side of the door that had my lips twitching.
They knew what they’d just walked in on.
“Shower?” I asked. “Why…”
“Baby, you’re covered in my cum. I’m pretty sure it’s in your hair,” he admitted. “Got a little wild there for a second.”