Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
This time she airily purrs, “I’m. Yours.”
Turning her face away from mine to face our partner’s is swiftly done next. “Again.”
Our boyfriend stays completely still as if he’s paralyzed in place until the right words are said to revive him.
“I’m. Yours.”
The Kid moans and groans and barely grumbles out, “Fuck yes, you are,” before smashing his mouth against Bunny’s.
Seeing his tongue fiercely conquer hers and hers effortlessly surrender to him, unexpectedly removes the weight of dread that’s been firmly crushing my chest for the last couple of hours.
Of course, I didn’t fucking want her to go.
Selfishly for me, yeah, but more so for him.
The Kid deserves…happiness.
Real. Fucking. Happiness.
The shit you can’t get tinkering around under the hood of a car.
And she gives it to him.
And if something were to ever happen to me – albeit prison or shotgun to the chest – I’d wanna know he wasn’t gonna end up completely alone.
That he had someone in his life that loved him just as much as I do.
When he abruptly pulls back, I savagely jerk her face back my direction and command, “Get naked.” Excitement instantly thrums through her bright eyes forcing me to announce, “Oh, I’m not about to reward you for runnin’ away, Rabbit.” My thumb lightly pulls at her bottom lip. “I’m gonna punish you.” A faint flash of concern appearing pushes me to add, “And you’re gonna fucking like it.”
No argument is given.
No hesitation presented.
Bunny simply stands.
Strips.
Allows us to drink in the sight of her hard, dark nipples.
The wetness already glistening between her thighs.
Resisting the instinct to reach out and gently stroke the swollen area takes more willpower than any one man can be expected to have especially when The Kid whimpers, “Sir…”
Oh, like this shit isn’t about to be hard enough.
“On your feet, Kid.”
Kipp immediately springs upward ready to fulfill whatever order I give next.
“On my lap, Rabbit.”
Curiosity has her cocking her head while slowly moving.
“Hands on my knees. Legs spread wide. Ass facing me.”
“But you’re still wearing pants.”
“I already told you…” The shaking of my head is slow and wicked. “You’re not bein’ rewarded.”
She flashes me the tiny jewelry in her mouth as if tempting me to rethink my choice yet does as she’s been told.
Once in position, she wiggles her hips to further appeal her case.
The movement is ignored.
But goddamn is it hard to.
I meet our man’s confused glare at the same time I instruct, “Drop the boxers.”
“Yes, Sir.”
One swift motion is all it takes for them to be on the ground where they belong, revealing his thick cock that I can hardly believe my hand fits around.
Bunny needily whimpers, opens her mouth, and rocks forward in preparation to take a suck when I grab a fistful of her hair to yank her backward, knocking the pen to the floor. “At-ah.” Her gasp hardly precedes my lips brushing against her ear. “You get to watch.” One hard slap against the curve of her ass is executed. “Not taste.” Another sharp inhale of objection is stolen; however, the second spank directly on the heels of the first has that same breath dispersing. “Stroke yourself, Kid.” Cutting a small glance in his direction is attached to a villainous smirk. “Show our very bad dirty slut what she would’ve been leavin’ behind…”
After a low, animalistic like growl leaves The Kid, he uses my hold on her hair to heave her forward so that her mouth is right next to the tip of his dick.
So that she can see the precum dripping from his slit.
Watch it hit the floor instead of her tongue.
The sight causes my own to press against my zipper which results in Rabbit needily whimpering again.
Has her rocking back against it.
Receiving a harsh hit for trying to find her own release as much as for making me miserable about not getting one of my own.
The Kid roughly begins jerking his cock, eyes becoming more and more hooded during each passing tug. His barbaric hold remains tangled with mine so that we’re partially holding hands in her hair while the speed of my spanking syncs to that of his stroking. The faster he fucks his calloused hand, the more furious my palm gets, slapping the round space, adding stings and shades of red to what’s hands down the most beautiful brown skin I’ve ever seen.
“You’re gonna think about us every time you fuckin’ sit down,” I growl between strikes.
“Yes, Sir,” she airily croaks, hot breath bathing The Kid’s cock, igniting a familiar warning groan in the back of his throat.
“Every time you fuckin’ stand up.”
Another whine hits our ears.
Encourages his cock to swell.
Drip.
Fuckkkkkk…do I love watchin’ that shit drip.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Every time you take a fuckin’ breath, Rabbit…”
Her ability to do so seems to cease as she trembles in my lap, wetness ceaselessly soaking my pants.
“You’re.” A slightly harsher spank bounces her cheek. “Gonna.” The heat radiating off the area increases. “Feel.” Every muscle in her body tenses. “Us.”