Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Junior… I…” I whimpered, so close again so quickly.
“Come,” he demanded. “Let me feel it.”
Then I was coming.
So hard that I swear my vision whited out for a second.
I leaned forward, trying to muffle my cries.
“No,” Junior growled, grabbing a handful of my hair, and yanking me backward by it. “I want to hear it. There you go,” he said as I cried out, long and loud. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured as the orgasm loosened its grip on me and he released my hair.
“I can’t,” I whimpered as I found him still hard, his hips rocking slowly.
“You can,” he countered. “You will,” he added as he climbed up on the bed with me.
He slid out of me as he changed positions, going to sit against the headboard, and pulling me onto his lap.
“Take me in,” he demanded, voice rough, as he fisted his cock, holding it there for me.
I rose up, then lowered down, feeling a little tender from all the orgasms, but I sighed as he settled deep again, like some part of me never wanted him anywhere but inside of me.
“Show me how you want it,” he demanded, voice surprisingly soft, like he knew I couldn’t take it hard and fast right then.
His fingers were whisper-soft as they slid up my thighs, up my sides, over my ribs, then across to tease over my breasts.
The brush of his fingers over my overly sensitive nipples had me tightening around his cock, and a little rumble of pleasure moved through Junior as he pulled me forward just enough for his lips to suck in my nipple.
As his tongue traced, his hips rocked slowly upward.
It wasn’t long until my need was overtaking me again, until I started to ride him.
Slowly at first.
Then faster as the fire overtook me again.
My moans grew louder, and Junior hooked an arm around me, pulling me down against him. His arm stayed anchored on my hips, holding me in place as he started to thrust up into me, his pace frenzied as his body tensed, getting closer and closer with me.
“Come for me,” he ground out, his words drowned out by my cries as I came, this time taking him with me.
I collapsed down onto him after, making him take my full weight because I was completely boneless and spent.
Beneath me, Junior’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with me for a long time after.
Eventually, it was the ache in my hips that had me starting to slide off of him.
“Where are you going?” he grumbled, trying to hold me against him.
“Don’t know if you’re aware of this, big guy, but… you’re built like a football player,” I said as I rolled onto my side next to him.
“Yeah, and?” he asked, brows pinched.
“And straddling you hurts my hips after a while,” I told him.
“Oh,” he said, reaching out to rub my hip in apology.
“And, yes, admitting that does make me feel eighty,” I added.
That got a little chuckle out of him as he rolled over me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before sliding off my other side, then off the bed, walking gloriously, bare-ass naked to the bathroom to deal with the condom.
He came back a moment later, his gaze moving over me in a lazy exploration before he joined me in the bed, and pulled the covers over us.
“I’m exhausted,” I admitted. “Even though it’s kind of early for bedtime,” I added.
“Been an eventful day,” Junior said, hooking an arm under me, and rolling me up onto his chest.
Comforted by his warmth, the rise and fall of his chest, and the steady beat of his heart, I was asleep in just a few minutes.
CHAPTER TEN
Junior
We jerked awake to frantic pounding on our door.
Shale’s hand flew to her chest, her eyes wide.
“We have the sign on the door,” she said, voice sleep-groggy.
I was annoyed that I didn’t get to sit there for a minute to admire her messy hair and only partially focused eyes, and the way the blankets had fallen down to expose her upper half, and she seemed utterly unbothered by that.
“I’ll deal with it,” I said. “Stay here,” I added as I jumped out of bed and yanked up my pants.
I closed the door behind me as I went into the living room.
Making my way to the door, I glanced out the peephole to find fucking Barry standing there, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“For chrissakes, Barry,” I grumbled, unlocking the door. “It’s too fucking early for this. Shale is sleeping,” I added, layering on the guilt as I pulled the door open slightly.
Barry looked at me, shaking his head.
“How many hours would it take in the gym to make me look like that?” he asked.
“More than you’d be willing to commit,” I told him. “What are you doing here? Go back to your own room.”