Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
“No, not until you say you forgive me. Look at me, Cody.” We ended up wrestling with each other.
“Fine, I’ll look at you, but stop pouting.” This time I couldn’t hold back the laugh, and it snorted through my nose.
I batted my lashes at him, and he sighed like a ninety-five-year-old man after a day of hard labor. “What am I gonna do with you?” He was doing just fine when his arms came around me. I have no doubt that he’s going to catch up to me at some point, but today is not the day. We still have a lot to deal with, with the Susie situation and mom circling like a condor coming off a thirty-day fast in the desert.
Once we square away all of that, I will take my comeuppance and move on to the next thing. “Oh, dear!” My head snapped up off his shoulder. “Did my mom say that she talks to your parents on the phone?” What new hell is this?
CODY
“Okay, one more time, and that’s it.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“You said that the last two times, and you reneged in less than five minutes each time.”
“I won’t this time, hurry.”
“Okay, but remember our deal. No touching, no talking. Don’t touch nothing, don’t squeeze nothing, and while we’re at it, you’d better close your eyes as well.”
She snapped her eyes closed like I was going to fall for that shit again. She’s been at it all weekend. When we woke up this morning, she didn’t want to leave the room, so I complied. What she should’ve said was that she didn’t want to leave the bed, which we didn’t for the better part of the morning until now, early afternoon. Two guesses what we did for the last five hours or so.
She’d ordered room service at some point in the middle of her sex fest, and now she was ready to go again. I don’t really have a problem with that, other than the fact that after not having sex for so many years, I seem to have forgotten how it’s done. Either that or this one is following some guidebook that no one else has had the privilege of reading.
I can’t blame her completely, though; after all, she’s new to this, which is why I don’t understand fully why she keeps taking me down. I start out fine, in control of my senses and the situation, and then she moves a certain way in bed or says something in my ear, or maybe it’s the look in her eyes as she looks up at me while I move inside her. Who the hell knows? All I know is that she’s had the upper hand so far, and I’m ready to take that shit back, and I mean to right now, as long as she follows the orders above.
I rolled over and propped my head on my hand to look down at her. She smelled good from her bath, the one I’d made her take because she was too sore from yesterday and today, while I took a much-needed shower and escaped my addict for a few blessed minutes while hot water eased the aches from my joints. She hurts more than football.
She started to turn. “I told you not to move.”
“No, you didn’t. You said don’t touch….”
“I’m saying it now. If you move, I’ll stop.”
“What do you want me to do then? Just lay here like a cold fish?”
“I bet you can’t. Just breathe, nothing else.” She huffed and went back to the way she was, flat on her back.
I reached out my hand over her breast but avoided it at the last minute, choosing instead to trail my fingertip between the deep crevice of her firm flesh and down to her navel and back again. “Your nipple is hard already. I thought it was only kisses that made my live wire ignite. No, don’t talk.”
She bit her lip as if it took monumental effort. I knew what she wanted as I let my fingers play around her nipples, going back and forth from one to the next, but never touching those hard little nibbles that now stood out from her chest, beautifully erect, just waiting for my mouth.
She rubbed her legs together, and I smacked her thigh playfully. “If you move again, I’ll stop.” Her body grew tense, then bowed off the bed when I bit into her nipple before licking the sting away with my tongue before moving on to the next for more of the same.
She moaned, and my cock throbbed and dripped. This is where I usually lose the plot. I pulled my lips and fingers away from her, and her eyes flew open. “Close them, and no more moaning.” She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists but obeyed, and my heart picked up speed. I like this. Like being in control of her for once, like even more the way she submitted herself to me. A little voice in my head whispered that this was the only place that shit would ever happen, though.