Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
A small gasp escapes past her lips. “You have me. I don’t know how this will all work, but you have me. All of me. I’m all in.”
The surety in her words and the way her eyes bore into mine have me pushing inside her. Our mouths collide, our tongues caress. I get lost in her perfect warmth. In the way her pussy tightens around my shaft. She feels so damn good. We fit perfectly together. When I open my eyes, needing to see her, to remind myself that I finally get to have her, I find her eyes already open, looking at me.
“You okay?” I murmur against her lips, fucking her slow and deep.
“Yeah,” she breathes, smiling at me. “It feels so good… this feels so good.”
She finds her release first—moaning so loudly if the guys were here, they’d hear her through the walls. Her perfect pussy chokes the hell out of my dick, coaxing my own release out of me. I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck, suckling on her hot flesh, and I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
We lay like this for several minutes, our sweaty bodies wrapped around each other. When we’ve both caught our breath, I pull out of her, noting the way my cum seeps out of her hole.
“We didn’t use protection,” I voice.
Her eyes go wide. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in… a while.”
She nods. “I got tested after him.”
Sensing the mood darkening at the mention of her ex-husband, I jump off the bed and pull her into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a laugh.
“We’re going to shower.” I drop a chaste kiss to her lips. “I’m going to clean you, every part of you, so I can dirty you up all over again.”
“Ohhh.” She grins. “I like that plan.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LAYLA
“Just take a bite.”
“Nope.” Camden shakes his head, pinching his lips tightly together.
“C’mon… one bite.” I playfully push the food toward his mouth.
“No,” he insists, the word coming out muffled since he’s not chancing opening it and me shoving the snack in.
“I promise, it’s delicious.” I’m straddling his lap in the living room, the movie we were watching long forgotten. After Camden gave me another orgasm in the bathroom, followed by a round of shower sex, my stomach rumbled in hunger, so we got dressed and went to the kitchen in search of something to eat. He warned me that because they’re only in town for the weekend, their stock of food is limited.
He was right. But upon inspection, I found they had bananas, raisin bread, and mayonnaise. And everyone knows banana and mayo sandwiches are the shit. Well, everyone except Camden. When we used to hang out, I’d make them all the time, and he’d refuse to even try them. Damn man is so stubborn.
“If you take one bite, I’ll…” I lower my hand and rub it against his groin, then lean in and whisper, “give you the best blowjob of your life.”
Camden groans, and I can tell he’s about to give in because he’s eyeing the banana-and-mayo-covered bread when the alarm chimes, indicating the door has been opened, and a few seconds later, Braxton, Gage, and Declan saunter in with a few scantily clad women. The way they’re all talking and laughing loudly, their words slightly slurred, tells me they’ve had a good amount to drink.
The women are draped over them and giggling like they’re five, and when the guys see us, they stop. Gage smirks, and Braxton grins. And that’s when I remember I’m on Camden’s lap in nothing but his shirt.
“About time,” Braxton says, extending his fist to bump it against Camden’s. When Camden doesn’t react, he drops his fist and shrugs. “Damn, I thought once you finally got laid, you’d loosen up.”
Camden continues to glare, so I jump in. “Did you have a good night?”
Braxton’s grin grows. “Night’s just getting started.” He waggles his brows, and I stifle my gag, looking at Gage, who’s resting against the wall with one of the women groping him like they’re not in front of other people.
His eyes meet mine, and I notice they’re bloodshot and sad. Unlike Braxton, who’s drunk and happy.
“C’mon, Brax,” one of the women says. “Show me your room.”
“Specifically your bed,” another woman adds with a giggle that has my ears bleeding.
“Gotta go,” Braxton says. “And before you go all parental on us…” He looks at Camden. “We’re taking them out to the pool house. We would’ve gone around back, but we forgot our keys.”
“Remember we have to leave tomorrow at nine,” Camden reminds him.
“Yes, Dad.” Braxton mock salutes him, then wraps his arms around two women, yelling out, “Night!” while Gage and the other two women follow.
As they leave, I count how many women there are: two brunettes, a redhead, a blonde…