Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Oh God!” I moan.
“That’s right, beautiful. You’re taking it in the ass tonight.” I may sound like an asshole, but I maintain the utmost care in keeping my in and out strokes gliding smoothly, wanting it to be a good experience for her.
“Bobby,” she whimpers.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it like a good girl.”
“Please?” she begs.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please, please, please.” She thrashes her head from side to side.
I increase my speed, still being careful to keep my thrusts direct. She presses her fingers over mine, shoving them inside her pussy. I fingerfuck her, and she lets out a high-pitched cry that goes on and on until it draws a climax from me. I keep my fingers moving inside her as I press my cock deep in her ass and come.
After I spend, I ease out, withdrawing my fingers and gently stroking over her wet pussy. I cover her body with mine, wrapping my free arm around her torso and kissing her neck as I pull her panties back up.
“Don’t move, baby.” I get up to wash up in the bathroom. I return with a wet washcloth, which I use to clean her before pulling up her panties and smoothing down her skirt. “Come here.” I lift her torso and turn her to face me. She falls into my arms, and I sense her trembling. I kiss the top of her head and hold her for a moment, then scoop her into my arms and carry her to the sofa, where I sit with her cradled in my lap. I grab the soft throw blanket from the back of the sofa and wrap her in it.
“Are you okay?”
She nods against my shoulder.
“Did you get off?”
She lifts her head. “Yes. Well, I feel like I did. Except I sort of skipped the part where my muscles tighten up. I was afraid it would hurt to clench my...um...anus,” she admits.
I smile. “Maybe it would have.”
“But you more than satisfied me.”
I grin. “Good.”
She holds my gaze. “You really thought I was a snitch there for a minute, didn’t you?”
“No, bambi.” I shake my head, not wanting to go down this road with her. “Your behavior surprised me until you explained it.”
“But you thought I was an informer, didn’t you?” she presses. “I saw the look on your face.”
I study her. “I just couldn’t understand why you would snoop, that’s all.”
“What would you have done if I didn’t explain?”
“Lex,” I admonish. “Let’s not go there. I trust you. I will buy you a new phone case, so you don’t get confused again.”
She continues to observe me without speaking.
“I’m sorry I scared you. I truly am.”
She shivers and snuggles against me. “You did. Just for a minute, though.”
Chapter Thirteen
Bobby
The following Sunday, I pick up Lexi and drive her to Yankee stadium for the game. I already know I’m in too deep. I’m indulging in more than the pleasure of her body. I’m acting like she’s a girlfriend. This goes beyond treating her to dinner or shopping. I’m actually bringing her to a social engagement. With a guy from the outfit.
I’m crossing lines here left and right and can’t seem to stop myself.
Still, Lexi looks gorgeous in a halter top and capris, her hair twisted up in a messy French twist, and I can’t bring myself to regret bringing her along. Being with her makes me happy. Truly happy. Possibly for the first time, ever.
I somehow manage to find parking close to the stadium, and we pick up tickets from Will Call. When we get to our seats, I find Dean with his wife and baby. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who wanted to be with his woman today.
“Dean, you brought the family!” I shake Dean's hand.
“And you brought your…uh” he waves a hand in the air as if trying to conjure the right word.
“This is Lexi. Hi Jessie.” I kiss Dean’s wife on both cheeks as Dean shakes Lexi’s hand. I touch the baby’s head. “It’s great to see you out and about, Olive.” I lean down to see her big brown eyes. Jessie bounces Olive up and down, and the baby smiles at me.
“Aw, she likes you!” Jessie says.
“Of course she likes me, she knows I’m family.” I grin. “Jessie, Dean, this is Lexi.”
Lexi and Jessie greet each other, and we settle into the stadium seats, the men sitting beside each other, with the women on the outside.
“Well, they’re getting the hits they need, if they can only get some pitching,” Dean says.
“Yeah, they’ve got the starting pitching, if they can only get some relief. They blew another save last night—it’s the tenth one they’ve blown this month.”
Jessie extricates the baby from the carrier and drapes the fabric over her shoulder, pulling up her shirt to nurse.
“Don’t look at my wife’s breasts.” Dean's warning is probably only a half-joke.