Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
There would be something appealing about running into her on the street one day and seeing her remember how I once made her come but wasn’t interested in fucking her. She’d always wonder why.
Leaning down, I take her face in my hand and kiss her on the lips. She kisses me back, her breath so warm.
“I like you,” I tell her.
Our eyes meet, and she’s quiet for a few seconds. “No one’s ever said that to me before.” She smiles small and sweet. “I like you, too.”
My groin is so hard, it’s throbbing.
“We’re …” she starts saying in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard. “We’re not done, are we?”
I break into a smile.
Leaning back up, I pull out a condom, tear it open with my teeth, and watch her watch me roll the goddamn thing on.
Gripping her hip, I tell her, “Wider.”
Excitement gleams in her eyes, and she opens her legs so I can fit myself between her thighs, and I position myself at her entrance. I work the head in—once, twice—and then thrust, sheathing myself in her slick, warm pussy.
“Army,” she groans, letting her head fall back.
I pump, not taking anything slow anymore. Withdrawing, I push deep again and again, frantic to feel it all.
I moan, kissing her and biting her mouth, licking her tits and her neck, lost in her mouth and her arms.
“Krisjen,” I gasp, thrusting harder. “Our beautiful girl. Ours.”
“Yeah,” she says.
My chest sticks to hers, and I kiss her everywhere I can reach, pumping between her thighs.
But it’s too tight back here. Fucking car. I need to get deeper.
I rise up, and she looks stricken until I flip her over, and she realizes what I want. Wrapping her fingers around the handle to hold herself so the cuffs don’t chafe her wrists, she braces, hanging on as I yank her hips back and sink inside of her again.
“Oh,” she whispers, matching me thrust for thrust.
I pull her into me again and again, Krisjen arching her spine and backing up into me.
I reach around, palming her breast and smelling her hair as we grind as fast as we can, because we can’t go slow anymore.
“Army,” she cries out. “Don’t stop.”
The night outside the car is pitch black, the only sounds are our skin and her moans. She slams back into me, my cock sinking deep inside of her, and I glide my tongue up her back.
“I’m coming,” she cries.
I squeeze her body, trying to hold myself, but as soon as she goes off, her flesh tightening around me, I growl, letting myself explode.
Fire courses through my stomach and thighs, and I release, spilling. “Fuck!” I shout.
Her pussy contracts around me as she rides out her orgasm, and I flex every muscle, burying myself as deep as I can as I finish.
Jesus.
I fucking hate condoms, but she’s so tight I can’t even tell.
She drops, hanging more limply from the cuffs. “God,” she whispers.
I smile, knowing she came. I can tell when they do. They’re like boa constrictors on the inside when they’re coming. I taught myself what to do to make sure they do every time.
Spots fill my vision, the cop car tilting around me, but I clear, seeing the windows all fogged up.
I kiss her back through her shirt, grabbing the handlebar and pulling her up to ease the weight.
I’m about to turn her over and get her back to sitting so I can check her wrists to make sure she’s not hurt, but before I can, the car door is whipping open.
“All right, go,” Chavez snaps at us. “Jesus, y’all are crazy. What the hell?”
I look up, and there’s an arm reaching inside the car and holding out a ring of keys to me. He has one pinched between his fingers.
I take it, uncuffing Krisjen and handing them back.
Krisjen scrambles to dress as I pull up my jeans, condom still on.
“You owe me,” the cop says. “Get her into a real bed, and you better not have gotten anything on my seat.”
I smile, both of us jumping out of the car as fast as we can.
Once outside, the officers take off, and she and I are left to walk back to the house, but she’s just standing there, looking at me.
And as if on cue, we both start laughing.
She buries her head in her hands, and I hook an arm around her neck, kissing her hair.
“It’s okay.”
She brings her hands away, blushing. I think we can trust those two cops in particular not to tell stories, but even if not, it was worth it. For me anyway.
It was fucking amazing.
We make our way back to the house, and he can kick me out again, but I’m taking my kid this time.
I open the door for her, holding it wide and letting her go in first.
I see the small end table in the living room still lying on its side, and I stop her when we’re in the foyer. Pulling her to me, I kiss her forehead, feeling like I’ve grown new muscles in just the last hour. My body feels like it weighs ten pounds instead of a hundred and eighty.