Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
She pushes back. “Does it hurt?”
“Fuck yeah, it hurts,” I admit. “But once you get used to it, it’s fucking insane.”
I pull back, my dick flinging cum all over. Running my fingers through my release that’s running between her pussy lips, I rub it against her clit until she’s whimpering again. I bring her close to another orgasm, shoving my fingers inside her slick pussy, finding her G-spot, and making her cry out when I push on it just right. Her legs shake, but I’m not done with her. I slide my fingers out and tease her back entrance. She gasps when I breach the hole with the tip of my finger.
“Burns, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Relax, baby.”
“Ow.”
“It’s because you’re so fucking tight.” I knead her ass with my other hand as I ease my finger up to the knuckle inside her. “The more I play with your hole, the easier it’ll get. Lube it up and practice later. Think of me while I’m on my date.”
She groans and I pull my finger out.
“What?” I ask, feigning confusion.
“You. I can’t believe you’re actually going through with it.” She shakes her head as she rises on shaky legs and starts for the shower.
“I won fair and square,” I tease back, pinching her ass.
She starts the shower and once the steam billows from the water, we both step inside. I wash her like the queen she is and then she hugs me. Her mood has shifted and it makes my nerves tighten and spark.
“I’m just doing it to fuck with Sasha,” I remind her. “If you don’t want me to go, I won’t. I’ll just lie to Sasha and tell her it was amazing. I only bid on him to save him from that witch since Drew couldn’t.”
Her head tilts up. “I know. I’m just teasing. I want you to go have fun. Besides, Drew and I are going to binge watch Riverdale.”
“I bet he’s thrilled,” I deadpan.
She smacks my chest. “He secretly likes it too.” Her lips find mine. “Brayden’s your friend now. Things aren’t like they were before. He’s in love with Drew. I know it’s just a date between friends.”
Relief floods through me. “Good girl.”
“Just don’t kiss his devastatingly handsome mouth,” she teases.
“Everywhere else is game, though?” I throw back. “His dick?”
“Asshole.”
“His asshole?!” I gasp as though I’m scandalized. “You dirty girl.”
“No, asshole,” she groans. “You’re an asshole.”
“Your asshole,” I remind her. “Love you, MiMi. Always.”
“Same, Ashy C. Love you always.”
“For a hundred grand, I expected roses,” Brayden teases as we drive through town. “A teddy bear? Chocolate? Chivalry is dead. Dude, you didn’t even open my door.”
“You’re more of a ‘smack my ass and call me pretty’ kind of guy,” I tell him with a smirk. “You don’t need me to romance you.”
We both chuckle as I park a few blocks from the old-fashioned movie theater on Main Street since there’s nowhere to park. It’s not as up to date as the new theater up the road, but I prefer this one as I remember going to it a lot as a child.
“The look on your boyfriend’s face was priceless when I asked if you brought enough condoms for our date,” I say as I climb out. “Is it just me or is he hotter when he’s mad?”
Brayden laughs, shaking his head. “It’s not just you. A pissed off Drew is hot as fuck.”
Even though it’s snowing, the roads have been cleared. The sidewalks are another story. We slip and slide as we walk the few blocks until we make it to the outdoor ticket booth. I elbow Brayden out of the way when he tries to pull his wallet out, making him laugh. The cashier gives us a strange look but then hands us two tickets to the action flick we chose. Brayden is the gentlemanly one of us two and holds the door open for me. I make a beeline over to the concession stand.
“M&Ms, Whoppers, Skittles, a cherry Icee, a large popcorn with lots of butter,” I say to the cashier. “Oh! Gummy bears. And some of those chocolate covered raisins.” I run my knuckles down Brayden’s spine. “And whatever he wants.”
“An Icee and Twizzlers.”
“Are you on a diet?” I ask, my brow lifted as I toss some bills down on the counter to pay.
He snorts. “Nah, just saving some snacks for the rest of the theater goers. Jesus, man. How do you look like that?” He waves a hand at me. “And eat like that?”
We both look at my mountain of snacks.
“I’m hungry,” I complain. “MiMi depleted me of my energy.”
As we collect our items, he chuckles. “It sounded like the other way around. She’s so loud. I was pretty sure Drew was about to rub one out to the sound of you two earlier.”
The thought of Drew jacking off on the couch is one I don’t need to think about.