Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Really?” she asked. “I always really appreciated the… easy access of dresses,” she teased.
My cock, already interested in just the smell and look of her, stiffened to half-mast at her suggestion.
“We’re taking the bike,” I reminded her.
“You have a problem with my bare thighs against you?” she asked, teasing me shamelessly.
“Got a problem with you on the front of my bike, legs spread in a skirt, and anyone else getting to see shit I want to keep for myself.”
“Like maybe these?” she asked, going for a breezy voice as she flashed a pair of lacy panties at me, but there was no mistaking the way her eyes went heated at my possessiveness.
“These don’t have a matching bra,” she mused, pursing her lips. “But in this kind of heat, who wants to wear a bra anyway?” she asked. “Did you just growl at me?” she asked, lips twitching.
I hadn’t been aware of doing it.
But I was sure I had.
I damn sure felt fucking growly.
She took one more long sip of her coffee before setting it down, then walking slowly toward me, her hips sashaying, making the robe slit up her thigh dangerously high.
“How about I try on a few outfits?” she asked as she reached for the knot in her sash. “And you tell me which one you like the best?” she finished as the knot released, and the robe parted down the center, showing the slightest curve of her breasts, her belly, and the triangle of her pussy.
When I didn’t move, finding myself too fucking overwhelmed with need to do anything, she shrugged the fucking thing off of her shoulders, letting the material pool near both our feet.
Then, with a knowing smile, she turned, and I got the view of her perfect ass as she walked away from me.
I wasn’t frozen anymore then.
I was on my feet before I even knew my intentions, wrapping one arm around her belly, anchoring her to me, as the other slipped right between her thighs.
She was already wet for me.
Fuck.
“What’s this?” I asked, stroking my fingers up her slick pussy. “Did I not give your pussy everything it needed last night?” I asked as her head fell back on my shoulder, that sweet little mewling sound escaping her as my fingers teased around the hood of her clit without giving her what I knew she really wanted.
“I just want more,” she told me.
“Yeah?” I asked. “What do you want?” I asked. “My tongue on you?” I asked as my thumb glided across her clit. “My fingers in you?” I went on, thrusting two into her deep, feeling the way her walls clenched around them, silently begged for more. “My cock here? Like this?” My fingers started to thrust. Hard and fast, loving the way her hips instinctively rocked against my palm, how her whimpers were already getting that desperate edge to them.
“Yes,” she moaned, rocking her ass into my hard cock.
“Yes to what?” I asked, finger fucking her harder. “To all?” I asked. My answer was another whimper. “Greedy pussy,” I murmured.
But I was lowering down behind her, pressing her legs wide, then slipping between, eating her pussy as I finger fucked her, finding her so wet that my hand was nearly dripping by the time she was crying out and her walls were clenching around my fingers.
She inched forward, coming down on her knees like her legs didn’t want to hold her anymore.
Giving me a great fucking view while she recovered.
“Still need more?” I asked, as if I didn’t see the slick proof of her desire on her thighs.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Crawl over to the mirror,” I demanded as I got to my feet, fishing for my wallet, then pulling out a condom.
She didn’t hesitate.
She just started to crawl until she was on all fours in front of the mirror, looking at herself.
I walked to the side so I could watch her watch herself for a moment before I moved in closer, reaching to free my cock, then fisting it, and stroking it, loving how her gaze slid right to it in the mirror, her pupils blown, her lips parted like in a silent moan.
“You want my cock?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, gaze sliding to mine in the mirror.
“You going to be able to take it as hard as I want to give it to you?” I asked, watching how she pressed her thighs together in response to my words.
Cali liked the dirty talk.
“Yes,” she said. Then, “Please.”
“Are you begging for my cock?” I asked, lowering down behind her, and quickly slipping on the protection.
“Yes.”
A rumbling sound escaped me as I landed a hard slap to her ass, loving the rebound from the impact. Almost as much as I loved how she whimpered and arched back toward me, like she wanted more.
I had to give her what she wanted, didn’t I?