Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Since I was doing this with my strength alone, freestanding in the middle of the alley, I was able to turn my back to the door that I’d noticed peek back open.
The homeless man looking for a free show.
I allowed it, but kept my gun in my hand, and my awareness split between the door, the mouth of the alley, and my woman.
That was what got me.
I wasn’t aware of how close I was until I felt my balls draw up in response to my impending orgasm.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “I hope you’re close, because I’m about to come.”
“I’m right there,” she bent forward and bit my lip.
I don’t know what she was thinking, but my ‘close’ went to ‘fuckin’ gone’ before she’d pulled away.
A little pain with my pleasure was exactly what I’d needed to send me over the edge.
A droplet of blood ran down my chin from the bite at my lip, and I slammed my mouth down on hers and pulled her into me tight.
She cried out moments later, her cunt seizing my cock like it wanted to absorb it into her body forever.
She pulled away with a gasp, my blood smeared onto her chin and lips, and threw her head back.
I poured my seed into her in hard, fast pulses, my eyes crossing.
But I kept them open to keep an eye on everything despite the almost desperate need to allow them to close.
“God,” she breathed. “What the hell was that?”
We came to a standstill, our hearts hammering and our lungs pulling in gulps of air like we’d just sprinted for our life.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I’m down for it.”
Using the torn panties that were still in my hand, I wrapped it around my cock and pulled out of her, replacing my cock with her panties as I did to keep the majority of my come from leaking out of her.
We had to catch a ride to my bike, and that meant public transportation.
Where I wouldn’t mind our juices soaking my own bike seat, no way I would want them soaking some random stranger’s.
Pulling her skirt down after she’d trapped the cloth between her pussy lips, she said, “Your bike’s parked in another alley just down the road. Copper drove it over for me. Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” I said, grinning. “Now I don’t think you need this.”
She squeaked when I gently removed the panties from between her thighs that she was squeezing together.
Our combined juices soaked the lace, but I shoved it into my pocket anyway.
“Let’s go.”
When we peeled out of the alley, I’d tucked my gun back into my holster at my back.
The one thing that the FBI agents hadn’t done in their haste to get me to the station was check me for weapons since they’d seen me hand off my cell phone, keys and wallet to the lawyer’s dad. Amateur mistake on their end. Like, what kind of law enforcement official wouldn’t check that?
I hadn’t enlightened them, either.
When we got to the bike, I straddled it, then held out my hand for her.
“You ready to ride?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.” She grinned as she threw her leg over the bike.
I didn’t miss the way her pussy shined with our releases as she threw her leg over, either.
“You should really burn this suit,” I said as I handed her my helmet.
She put it on without complaint, then wrapped herself around me like a backpack.
I started the bike and headed out, slowly because I just knew the FBI agents were itching for a reason to have me there legitimately.
I didn’t miss the way Cheesy Chester stomped out of the building, either, as I passed.
He narrowed his eyes, and I noticed that he no longer had a badge or a gun on his hip.
Grinning at him, and knowing it was going to piss him off, I blew him a kiss.
The woman that now owned every tainted piece of me flipped him off as she passed.
I was laughing my ass off as we finally sped out of the area and to 635.
I was a patient rider with the woman of my dreams on the back of my bike, but when she tapped me on the shoulder and yelled in my ear to ‘go!’ I grinned and went, weaving in and out of the bumper-to-bumper traffic.
It was fast and quick, and Keely tightened her arms and legs around me so tight that it was hard to breathe.
When we finally made it to the express lane, I gunned it, causing her to squeal into my ear.
I didn’t go too fast.
Just fast enough that she felt like she was flying.
I wouldn’t endanger her in that way.
What I did do was overcome three slow ass drivers that were going sixty-five in a seventy-five on the goddamn express lane, though.
Jesus, what was the fuckin’ point of getting on the express lane if you weren’t even going to go the recommended speed limit?