Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I bite my lip and look up at him. “I was enjoying it.”
“Keep biting that lip and it’ll be over.”
I grin.
He curls his hand around my throat, gently, thumb trailing over my skin. “You like it rough, sweetheart?”
“I like it however the hell you give it.”
His eyes flash and he tightens his grip on my throat as he lays me down onto the sofa, his body falling over mine. He grinds his hips, pushing his cock against me, and I whimper. He releases my throat long enough to put a condom on, and then he’s got that hand around it again as he pushes into me, hard and fast. I cry out, clutching his shoulders as I stretch around him. My fingernails dig into his flesh as pleasure fills my body.
“God, yes,” I scream, arching my back, hooking my legs around his hips to try and get him closer, deeper. I need him.
I need so god damned much of him.
He squeezes until the air in my lungs starts getting harder and harder to find, and that sends a thrill through my body that I’ve never felt before, a danger that keeps me on the edge, it feels like I could pass out any second, and that feeling is enough to bring the best orgasm of my life to the surface. I scream, and those screams are cut off as his hand squeezes tighter.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he fucks me and my vision starts to blur. I’m screaming, moaning, thrashing, and he’s riding me so god damned hard the sofa is squeaking across the floor. He cums with a grunt, releasing his hand as he does, and my gasp of air can be heard above our moans.
His sweat glistened body falls over mine and we’re both panting, me a whole lot more than he is. My throat burns, yet my body throbs from the release. A release unlike any other I’ve felt before. I loved every second of that, and my god do I want more.
“You good?” he asks, pushing off me.
“Yeah,” I croak.
“You’re not hurt?”
“No.”
He stares down at my naked body. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”
Nobody has ever called me beautiful before. Seems stupid, really, that I’d notice that, but it’s the truth. I’ve been called hot, sexy, gorgeous, but never beautiful. I smile up at him, and in a whispered voice, I thank him.
“I’m goin’ to have a shower, care to join?”
I’d love to join, oh would I love to join, but I need to find the key to the garage so I can get what I need.
“I’m going to lay here and recover for a second.” I grin.
“Have it your way.”
He turns and walks out, fine ass on display as he leaves. Once he’s gone, I get to my feet and clean up as best I can before pulling my shirt back on. I’ll use the bathroom in a second, but right now I need to find that key. Once I hear the shower start, I rush to the kitchen. This is where most keys are kept. I look around on the benches but can’t find anything. I open a few drawers, nothing.
“Fuck,” I mutter, rushing out and going to the stand beside the front door.
Just my luck, there is a drawer full of keys. His truck keys are noticeable, but I have no idea which one belongs to the garage. I pick up a few, one is labeled the house key, the other for his lockable shed in the yard. Finally, I pick up one that says garage. It has three different keys on it, but I stuff it into my purse anyway, praying he doesn’t need these keys today because if he does, I’m screwed.
I go into the downstairs bathroom and clean up, making it out just in time for him to come out, dressed this time, hair wet. He smells incredible as he walks past, and my mind immediately goes to the incredible sex we just had.
“Busy day ahead?” I ask, standing and grabbing my purse.
I’m not going to outstay my welcome.
“Don’t have to run out the door,” he murmurs, “I have plenty more where that came from.”
I smile. “Tempting, but I’ve got plans.”
“That so?”
“Mmmm,” I say as he steps closer, those hooded eyes making me really want to change my plans. “I’m sure you do, too.”
“Got a ride in a few hours, otherwise my day is free.”
“Not going to the garage?” I ask.
“Fuck no, bad enough I gotta go in there tomorrow to get that car done before Monday. I’m not lookin’ at it today.”
I laugh. “Fair call.”
Thank god. That means I can get in and out without him noticing. Now, to get the keys back.
“When will you be back from your ride?” I ask, grinning up at him.
“Why, you goin’ to be here?”