Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Mack, not like this,” she whimpers, and I look up to meet her eyes. “Your cock,” she says, but she doesn’t give me any room to refute. “I need your cock inside me.”
She shifts her body away from mine, moving down the bed until she’s straddling my hips. Her blue eyes are wild and heated in the most erotic way as she takes my bare cock, places it at her opening, and slides me inside her.
Katy Dayton is riding my dick.
Her head falls back and her breasts push out, and the most delicious, deep, breathy moan escapes her lungs. “Mack. God. I feel so full,” she pants as she moves herself up and down on my cock.
She feels so fucking tight around me, and it makes stars dance behind my eyes. I have to shake my head several times to stop myself from coming in a blazing glory of shock.
I flip her onto her back, keeping my cock pressed to the hilt the whole time. Katy whimpers and moans, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard anything more beautiful than her in this moment.
“More,” she begs. “More. Please.”
“Such a greedy girl,” I tell her, gripping her thighs and driving my cock inside her. “I fucking love it.”
She turns impatient and starts lifting her hips to meet mine.
“That’s a good girl. Take your pleasure. I want to know what your pussy feels like wrapped around my cock when you come.”
She moans and angels sing and violins play, and my brain overworks itself into a frenzy trying to catch a single thought and hold on to it.
But I can’t hold on to anything but her. I can’t do anything but feel her, touch her, kiss her, push my cock inside her.
I don’t stop until I see her mouth part and her eyes fall closed and hear those glorious moans I’ve heard before.
I don’t stop until I push myself to the hilt and come inside her.
Friday, March 25th
Katy
A soft, suction-induced bruise mottles the skin behind my ear, and the insides of my thighs ache with the tenderness of reawakened muscles.
My hair screams of sex, and my lips are flushed and raw from heavy contact.
Every part of me is vivid in a way it hasn’t been in years, and I can feel the intricacies of every inch of skin.
I look undeniably sexy—and the sex was indisputably good—but still, a deep seed of panic and overthinking grows in the pit of my stomach.
Mack Houston is naked in the bed you just left, and you didn’t use a fucking condom.
My grip intensifies on the rim of the bathroom sink, and I pull from the bottom of my lungs, searching for my breath.
Just relax. Just breathe. And remember that you’re on birth control.
I wish I could text Anna and tell her about my current debacle, but my phone is somewhere in the living room with my crutches, not to mention she’d have to go through several phases of “I knew it!” and “I told you so!” and I just don’t have the bandwidth to handle that.
But I do wish I had an outlet—somewhere to turn to get outside of my own brain for just a few seconds at least. Something to work through my thoughts with before facing Mack again. Something to challenge the part of me that questions everything so damn much.
I like what we did together—quite frankly, I liked it a lot. But vacation sex and real-life relationships are two completely different things, and like it or not, Mack Houston is my Calhoun Elementary School neighbor.
Will I spend my days thinking about what his penis looks like? Or when we’re back in our normal environment, will I start to resent him for making me like him?
If I had the strength, I’d kick my own ass for complicating things so—
Thump, thump, thump, a tap on the door sounds, interrupting my thoughts and completely throwing me off my schedule of freaking out.
“Katy?”
My entire body freezes at the sound of his voice, my still-naked body practically yelling into the void of the small bathroom.
“Katy?” His voice gets closer, making it clear that he’s leaned in close to the door to help me hear him. “You in here?”
“Y-yeah.” I force myself to answer, even though I’d rather just disappear into thin air, never to be heard from again.
“You okay?”
Nope. Definitely not. “Mm-hmm. Just freshening up a bit.”
I roll my eyes at how stupid that sounds, but I don’t know what else I expected myself to say. All my toiletries and clothes and basically anything I’d need to do anything are down the hall in my bedroom—where a woman with logical thinking would have spent the night last night so she wouldn’t have to feel this way this morning.
Silence stretches itself in the air, and I don’t know how much time passes before his voice fills my ears again. “Well, I’ve got your crutches. I’ll leave them by the door, okay?”