Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Grabbing hold of the bed with one hand, and the nightstand with the other, I squeezed in order to distract myself from not coming.
Involuntarily, I started to pump my hips, fucking her mouth in slow, smooth strokes.
It felt so good that my eyes were crossing.
It would only take a thought, and I would come.
Just a single give on my part, and I’d pour my come straight down her throat.
Cursing, I ripped myself away from the wet heat of her mouth with a quiet groan before she could even take me all the way into her mouth.
“What…”
I flipped her over to her knees, then snagged the opened condom out of her hand and expertly rolled it down onto my cock.
The moment everything was in place, I let the fingers of my left hand sink down to feel the heat of her, pleasantly surprised when I found her ready for me.
In fact, she was beyond ready.
Her pussy was so wet that it was leaking onto her thighs, coating herself, easing the way for me.
Without a second thought, I lined my cock up with her entrance, and pushed inside.
One single thrust was all it took to sink all the way into her to the hilt.
She wanted me.
I wanted her.
And it showed as we came together as one.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
So soft that I wouldn’t have heard it had I not been listening.
My cock was hard and pulsing, and I knew I would go soon.
Curling my hand around one hip, I gave an experimental thrust, and was happy when I felt her clench down tightly around me in response.
She was so freakin’ tight that it was almost hard to breathe, let alone think.
A few more thrusts, I wouldn’t have the ability to hold back.
So, without another word, I snaked my fingers around her hip and found the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex.
The minute my finger touched her there, she detonated.
Her pussy rippled, and her cry of surprise filled the air around us.
I would’ve frozen if I could have.
But the feel of her pussy around me, contracting and releasing, had my cock acting on its own.
I thrust into her quickly, my thighs slapping the backs of hers as I took her over and over again.
She cried out once more, but I was too focused on my own release to worry about her second one.
Come shot out the tip of my cock into the condom. My cock jumped and pulsed inside of her as she continued to ripple around me.
Her hands had collapsed beneath her, and her face was now plastered against the wood floor as she breathed in panting breaths underneath me.
My hand tightened on her ass as the last of my release left me, causing her to crack one eye open.
“I think,” she breathed, “that if we do that again, we need to leave the room. Holding my screams in was nearly impossible.”
I chuckled, running my hand down the length of her back.
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
She smiled and went back up to her hands and knees.
Taking that as my cue to pull out of her, I did, and nearly moaned as I lost her heat.
“Too bad, though, that was the only time we are doing that,” she said.
I laughed and caressed her ass.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “We’ll see about that.”
Chapter 12
I grew up living paycheck-to-paycheck. Through hard work and perseverance, I now live direct-deposit to direct-deposit.
-Meme
Tally
I woke up to the sun streaming in through the blinds covering Tommy’s bedroom window.
Rolling over, I came face to face with my daughter’s booty.
A booty that had a strong masculine hand wrapped around it.
Following her diapered tushy up, I found the rest of her curled against Tommy’s chest. Her curls were plastered to his chest where her drool pooled in a wide circle on his pectoral, and her tiny little hand was resting lightly on his bearded chin.
My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help but reach for my phone and take a picture of the sweetness.
The click of the phone snapping the picture had Tommy’s eyes opening, and a smile lighting his face.
“Nice,” he rumbled, stretching.
His free hand that wasn’t holding my daughter to his chest went up, and he did the most delicious looking morning wake-up stretch I’d ever seen in my life.
Muscles bulged, veins pulsed, belly tightened.
I swallowed and dropped the phone to the bed, then picked up the discarded shorts from last night before slipping them on over my bared bottom.
“Too bad,” he mumbled, grinning.
I rolled my eyes and headed for the bathroom, doing my business as fast as I could. I knew that Tallulah would wake up any second demanding breakfast, and I had to hurry or she’d get all insistent, something that was cute at first, but got quite loud if you weren’t quick enough.
Reaching for the towel to wipe my hands, my eyes lit on the trash basket, and the empty condom packet that was laying on top of a folded piece of toilet paper that hid the condom we’d used last night.