Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“And maybe you need his help tying your shoes, too?” He continued, not realizing the danger zone he was entering.
“You’re not funny, you know that, right?” I asked him.
He winked and walked forward.
“Your brother’s in the bathroom. He said he’d be another twenty or thirty minutes because something he ate was ‘tearing his stomach up’,” he answered. “And I’m not sure he’s able to help you right now. What do you need?”
I fell back on the bed in defeat, trying not to think about my brother’s bowels and telling him I told you so. He should’ve never eaten the shrimp leftovers from last night. He knew what it did to him.
“I need help buttoning my pants.” I pointed to my jeans.
His eyes fell on my pants, and the expanse of exposed belly I was showing.
“Is that right?” He stepped back, threw the door closed and locked it before prowling forward.
I swallowed convulsively as I watched his tight body, encased in faded jeans that hugged his body perfectly and a t-shirt that fit him like a second skin, stalk toward me.
“I only need help buttoning them,” I informed him, watching him warily.
“Maybe we should examine the insides before we worry about the outside,” he suggested, taking a hold of my jeans and pulling.
I held on to the waistband, meaning I came with them as he pulled.
That didn’t deter him, though.
All it did was delay him, and not really that badly.
One second I was holding onto the waistband, and the next I was flipped over onto my belly and looking at the faded blue quilt that covered my bed.
“Apple,” I gasped in surprise by the sudden movement.
“Yeah?” He rasped.
My hands automatically went under my chest to push myself up, and he got the chance he was needing, yanking my pants and panties down to my ankles all in one fell swoop.
I pulled my knees up under my body and lifted up onto hands and knees in disbelief, looking over my shoulder as I did.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-shrieked.
“What I should’ve done three days ago,” he licked his lips. “I can’t have you on the back of my bike for hours without having you again.”
“My brother…” I hesitated as his mouth descended on my exposed pussy.
“Is in the bathroom; where he will be for a long time, according to him,” he said. “If not, this is your house, too. He’ll get over it.” He swiped his tongue from my pussy entrance up, his tongue barely grazing my asshole.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“And weren’t you saying you wanted him to move out?” He continued his torture.
“Ummm,” I hummed, my brain not comprehending the words that I wished to speak.
“What better way than to have loud, wall-banging sex?” He murmured between licks.
My answer was to pant out a moan.
“Jesus,” I whispered. “What has got into you?”
He sucked my clit into his mouth and my eyes crossed.
See, I wasn’t very used to oral sex.
The two sexual partners I’d had over my twenty-eight years of life had never been able to use their lips like that.
And his beard trailing on the inside of my thighs, brushing over my sensitive lips, was really doing it for me.
Everything seemed heightened as he circled my clit with that talented tongue.
“You smell good,” he growled. “And the answer to what’s gotten into me, is you. You’ve gotten into me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh. Your smell. Your taste. Your sense of humor. The way your eyes light up when you experience pleasure. Fucking everything about you has gotten into me, burrowed deep under my skin and won’t let me go.”
My head dropped to the bed as his whispered words washed over my body.
My pussy clenched on air as I moaned into the quilt.
“You better hurry,” I whispered. “I would hate to have to ride on your bike sated with you still hard as a rock.”
He chuckled darkly against my clit.
“Oh, I’ll hurry,” he promised, getting up to the bed behind me and unbuckling his belt.
Something hard hit the bed, but my mind was too focused on the way his belt slapped against the inside of my thigh.
The cool metal of his belt buckle trailing along my backside.
Then I felt the warm, blunt tip of his dick pressing against my folds, running up the length, and I lost the ability to focus.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “My cock is already coated in your juices. The tip is glistening with you.”
I moaned, causing him to chuckle again.
A door banged from somewhere in the house and Apple decided to stop taking his time.
Meaning, when he lined himself up at my entrance, he slammed inside without further ado.
“God yes,” I moaned, clenching my fingers in the quilt.
He growled.
My wood framed bed creaked with each thrust, but I couldn’t find it in me to care with Apple’s cock filling me up so full that I could barely breathe.