Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
She moans, and it makes me wrap my hand around her mouth. She moans again—this one lower, slower, guttural. She likes this with my hand over her mouth. I can feel her walls tense around me and release. The ripples of her sexual sheath caress my cock like a hot blanket.
The first stroke is slow, melodic, and forces me to remember we’re not alone in my house. My pace increases much like the rate of my heart beating against my eardrums. I want to stay inside of her forever. Raina molds around me like we were always meant to be.
Her tight little ass shudders and shakes as I move back and push inside of her over and over again. Every thrust feels intense. My hand moves from covering her mouth to her sucking on my fingers while I fuck her from behind.
I want to slap her ass, but looking down to see her juices coating my cock will have to suffice. It makes me pump into her quicker and quicker until finally, we finish. I want it to go longer, but fuck, she feels so good. It doesn’t take long for sleep to find us after we clean up and collapse into my bed.
When I wake up the next morning, the aroma of freshly ground coffee greets me. I’d much rather it be Raina, but the space beside me is empty. That’s not how I want to start the day.
After washing up a bit, I head downstairs to see Raina cooking in the kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts. I can’t stop my head from tipping to the side, hoping to get a peek under the hem of the shirt. She’s not wearing anything underneath.
I don’t bother checking to see if Owen’s awake, but I also don’t want him walking in on us if I start something with Raina in the kitchen. I can’t stop myself. She’s too gorgeous to simply walk by as if my dick isn’t raging to be inside of her warmth merely a few hours after I was last there.
Raina’s making pancakes, and I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her torso.
“Morning, baby girl,” I tell her, nuzzling against her neck.
“Morning, Daddy.” She giggles while I trail kisses down her neck. My hands start at her breasts while she’s flipping flapjacks and work their way down to move under the shirt. When my fingers reach the beautiful mound that belongs to me, I spread her lips and slide my fingers between her folds.
“Mmm.” She moans and spreads her legs a bit wider to give me room.
I slip a finger inside of her, my erection growing harder and harder. I’m ready to sink myself inside of her again.
Raina spins around to face me. “I guess I’m on the menu this morning?”
“Every morning if you let me have my way,” I tell her before pulling my cock out to bury it inside of her. It’s quick, fast, and over within minutes. I find myself looking over my shoulder wondering if we’re going to be caught.
I help Raina clean up after I pull out of her, and she goes back to making pancakes. The first bite is damn near as orgasmic as fucking her first thing in the morning.
“This is good, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says with a kiss and sets a mug of coffee beside my plate.
“I want every morning to be like this one,” I admit to her. However, looking at the food, there’s only enough for the two of us. “Listen, baby girl. I know Owen’s not on your list of favorite people, but I don’t think we should let him starve.”
“He left,” she says with a shrug and slides a note over to me. “Look.”
I read it out loud:
Rex, I know I’ve always made a mess of things. From having you help me get through law school to showing up for Raina every time I couldn't. I hate admitting that you’re the better man, but you are, in life and with her. Keep looking after her, keep taking care of her, and finally, thank you for always taking care of me.
When you go into the office, you’ll find my contracts, liquidating my half of the partnership of the firm. I never wanted to get my life together at your expense, but I’m afraid if you keep my name on the door, you’re going to keep paying for my mistakes.
The FBI are passing me around to whichever agency wants to prosecute Lorenzo, along with some of his high-ranking criminal friends. You won’t be hearing from me until this is settled for good. I never want to put the lives of anyone I care about in jeopardy again. I love you both. Take care and take care of each other. P.S. I left something in your glove box with my blessing. Maybe you’ll have a better use for it than I will.