Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Perfect.
I dropped my keys and phone on the makeshift dining table, wondering if the shipping window had been updated yet. Siana had picked it out. I’d agreed with her choice and bought it.
As Siana scrubbed, I stepped slightly to the side, getting an eyeful of the way her tits—free from a bra—bounced around with the scrubbing motion, nearly spilling out of the top of her low-cut tank top.
I reached into my wallet before tossing that on the table too, grabbing a condom, and slipping it into my pocket.
“What are you doing?” Siana asked as I lowered down behind her.
“Just enjoying the view a little closer,” I said, loving the slope in her back, the one that had her ass up high.
I couldn’t stop my hand from going out, sliding over one cheek.
“That’s not viewing,” she said, but I could hear the smirk in her voice.
“Hey, that floor’s not gonna wash itself,” I said, getting a little giggle out of her.
But she played along, getting back to scrubbing.
While I reached around, grabbing the front of her tank, and pulling it down enough to expose her breasts.
Done with that, I went ahead and snagged the waistband of her shorts and panties, and started to draw them down, revealing her skin inch by inch.
“Alaric…” she said, sounding unsure.
But there was no room for that.
Not between us.
Not like this.
My fingers slid between her thighs.
“Your pussy is already wet for me,” I said, slipping my fingers inside her, feeling the way her walls tightened around them, wanting more.
“Alaric, please,” she pleaded, lowering her upper body down, making her ass arch up more.
And, fuck, what a view.
“Please what?” I asked, fucking her harder with my fingers, turning them in little circle motions as I thrust. “Please slide my cock into your tight little pussy?” I asked, feeling the little shiver move through her at the words. “Is that what you meant?”
“Yes,” she said immediately, so shameless with her need for me.
And, fuck, I loved that.
“That’s what I thought,” I said, but continued to fuck her just with my fingers, driving her up until she was rocking back into me, until her little whimpers were moans.
With my free hand, I freed my cock, stroking it a few times as I watched my fingers slide in and out of her.
Only when I felt her start to tighten, start to get close, did I pull my fingers out.
My lips curved up at the grumble that escaped her as I made short work of the condom.
Any disappointment she might have been feeling fell away as she felt my cock pressing against her.
I waited a beat, watching her take a deep breath, then surging inside.
This time, it was me who needed to take a slow, deep breath. Because, fuck, she felt so good I could have come right then and there.
But there was no fun in that.
Reaching up, I gathered her tank in one hand at the center of her back, using it to hold onto her as I started to fuck her.
Hard.
Fast.
If I didn’t hold on, I would have been fucking her across the wet floor in the kitchen.
“Do you like it like that?” I asked, listening to her moan in response. “I need an answer, baby,” I demanded, gathering her hair with my free hand, and giving it a yank to the side, so I could see her profile. “You want me to fuck you hard like this?” I asked.
“Yes,” she cried, slamming her hips back into me to prove how true her words were.
“Thought so,” I said, letting her turn forward again, but keeping a handful of her hair, tugging back as she got closer and closer, her pussy a fucking vice grip as she got to that edge.
Then she was pulsing around my cock as she came, her cries filling the kitchen.
If I hadn’t been holding her shirt and hair, she would have pitched forward with the way her arms went slack, leaving her dangling by her hair for a second before she came back into herself, her hands bracing on the floor again.
“Fuck, I need more of that,” I said, releasing her hair and shirt, grabbing her shoulders instead, pulling her back against my chest as I started to fuck her again.
Slower.
Gentler.
Giving her body a chance to recover, and slowly build back up as my hand went between her thighs, working her clit even as she started to rock back into my lap as the need grew.
As she got bolder, I stayed still, letting her drive herself up with her head rested back on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her moans starting soft and low, then getting louder and louder as she got closer.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Come for me, baby,” I demanded as her pussy tightened again.
Then she did, crying out my name as she did so, taking me with her, the orgasm so intense that I swear I fucking blacked out for a second.