Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I laugh, but inside, while I drink her in, I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m gone in three days. In three days, I’m leaving, and that means leaving her. And I’m not so sure how I’m going to deal with that quite yet.
“Well, Ms. Somerset, pull up a stool.”
She grins as I grab a couple of coffee mugs off a little shelf and pull over a second folding chair. She twists off the mason jar lid and sniffs before she giggles. “That actually smells delicious.”
I pour us two small cups, and hand her hers. “You sure about this?”
“Of course,” she shrugs nonchalantly.
I grin. “You’ve never drank before, have you?”
She smiles bashfully. “Well, not exactly.”
“Go easy,” I murmur, and click my mug to hers. “Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
We both bring the cups to our lips, and I watch her take a sip. She sputters a little, but she grins as she swallows it back.
“Wow, that’s pretty good.”
I knock mine back and grin. “Shit, that’s going to go down way too easy. I’m serious,” I eye her. “Go easy.”
She grins at me shyly and pours us each another hefty splash. Shit. This is dangerous, but it’s a fun dangerous.
“I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Oh?” she purrs, leaning close and sipping her drink. “What’s that?”
“There’s a chance I might be a bad influence on you.”
She giggles, and before I can say another thing, she leans close, pushes my mug away, and kisses me deeply. I growl and kiss her back, and her lips part for my tongue eagerly. She whimpers into my lips, and our tongues dance before she pulls back gasping, her cheeks glowing.
“Maybe,” she breathes. “But I’m a big girl and can think for myself.”
“And what do you think about this,” I growl. “You and me, and this whole thing.”
Her eyes spark, and she knocks back her drink. “I think I want more.”
She slides off her chair and into my lap, and I groan. I knock back my drink too and push both of our mugs onto the table. My arms circle her waist, and I growl as I feel the muscles at the small of her back roil as she arches into me. She kisses me slowly, and her hips rock on me, grinding against the thick erection in my jeans.
Someone is a very, very fast learner.
Her hands go to my shirt, and she starts to feverishly undo the buttons. I help her peel it off my arms before I grab the hem of her t-shirt and yank it up over her head. I peel her bra away next, and she whimpers as her nipples press like two points against the muscles of my chest, dragging electrically over my skin.
She pulls away, panting, her eyes wild.
“Hot tub?”
“Fuck yes.”
We scramble up and yank the rest of our clothes off. She’s still peeling her panties down when I growl and come up behind her to grab her. She squeals and giggles as my arms circle her from behind, but then she moans as she feels my thick cock hot against her ass. She kicks the panties away and twists in my arms.
I grunt and grab her ass, pulling her up into me as her legs entwine around me. I kiss her deeply as I reach out with one hand and turn on my little bubbling heater, and the tub begins to bubble. I keep kissing her, and slowly, the steam begins to rise from the tub. I keep my mouth glued to her lips as I climb over the edge of the tub and settle in with her on my lap, those long smooth legs wrapped tight around me.
She grinds eagerly against me, and I hiss in pleasure into her mouth as I feel her slick little cunt drag against my cock. I obviously haven’t fucked her yet. In spite of her newly found wicked ways with me, I know that’s something that’s still important for her. She wants to hold onto that for marriage. Frustrating? Yes, but I respect it too, in a weird way.
In another weird way, it infuriates me to think that some other asshole will have that part of her. I know me leaving means this is done, whatever “this” is. And I know despite the fun we’re having, and me “teaching her sin” or whatever bullshit name we’ve attached to this thing so we have as an excuse to fool around with each other, it will be another man who makes her his forever. The thought enrages me, but I push it aside as I grip her tightly and kiss her fiercely.
My hand slides down between us, and she cries out and I easily slide a finger into her. She grinds against my palm and kisses me widely as I curl my finger deep, and her own hand drops to my cock.