Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
By the time he came back to his feet long minutes later, I was a quivering mess desperate for release.
The clink-clink of his belt coming undone had me tensing in anticipation.
It was the tear of the condom that had me freezing.
We’d never worn one before, and I didn’t want to wear one now.
“Stop,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him.
He had the latex in between two fingers, seconds away from rolling it onto his beautiful cock.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m clean. And I’m on birth control. Have been since you left,” I whispered.
His eyes flared as he tossed the condom down onto the counter where it rolled off onto the floor, disappearing somewhere under the lip of the counter.
“I’m clean,” he said, he’d have had to have a check for the fire department pre-testing when he started there.
His large, rough palm fisted his cock, making the already ruddy head become even darker.
I bit my lip and watched him line himself up at my entrance.
The moment his cock was poised at my pussy, he stopped.
“Lie to me,” he ordered harshly, his breath coming in ragged pants now.
“Lie to you about what?” I cried.
“Tell me you’ve had no other man but me,” he ordered. “Tell me you’ve only ever had me. Just like I’ve only ever had you.”
I looked at him over my shoulder.
“There’s been no one else but you, and honey, that’s not a lie. That’s the God’s honest truth, so be gentle with me,” I whispered to him.
His eyes flashed, and I knew the moment he realized I was telling the actual truth, and not lying to him.
He got this look in his eye, one of possession, and he smiled.
Then with infinite slowness, he eased his thick cock inside of me.
And I watched him the entire time.
Watched his mouth go slack, and his eyes go fever hot.
His breathing became choppier, and sweat beaded his forehead.
And when he hit bottom inside of me, my eyes closed.
My pussy was stretched wide around his invading cock, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for him to move.
He must’ve realized that, too, because he held still for a long time afterwards, running his hand up and down my back.
“You’re just as tight today as you were when you were seventeen,” he growled.
I pushed back, giving him the silent encouragement that he needed to start pulling out of me.
He didn’t waste any more time slamming back inside.
My hips hit the counter, smacking against the drawer beneath the counter with a soft thud.
The silverware that I couldn’t find the other day clanged with each thrust of Booth’s hips.
Booth didn’t say another word, only held onto my hips and gave me all he had, moving in and out of me with a force that I’d never felt from him before.
My head dropped down and my still damp hair fell around me as I shook.
His hands, though, never let me go.
He held me as he took me, making sure that I never felt used.
And I didn’t. Not even a little bit.
My hands fisted when a pleasant burn started to take root in my pussy.
The head of his cock dragged deliciously across a beautiful place inside of me, making me bite my lip to keep my cries inside.
A door in the other room opened and closed, and a bellowed, “Booth are you here,” had me nearly crying out in not just surprise, but despair.
Booth cursed and slipped out of me, leaving me feeling bereft as he gathered up our clothes, tossed them in the pantry that was right across the kitchen, then grabbed my hips to push me inside.
He closed and locked the door as quietly as he could, leaving us in the darkness.
My hand went to my pussy as I inadvertently started to run the pad of my middle finger over my still swollen clit.
Booth’s body covered mine, and in an incredible show of strength, he picked me up, causing me to gasp softly.
He urged my legs to ring his hips, and I followed directions as he lifted me up with one arm around my bottom.
My overheated core rested against his taut middle section.
I could practically feel my juices covering his belly as he let my crotch drag deliciously down his stomach to impale myself on his waiting cock.
Once he had me where he wanted me, he let his cock go and completely impaled me on him.
My head flew back as the ends of my hair tickled my ass.
His mouth went to mine to hold my cries in as he started to pull me down onto him, then lift me back up.
The orgasm that’d been interrupted earlier was right there again, making me want to scream in pleasure.
The scream froze in my throat, however, when I heard his parents come to the kitchen.
“Grab me a beer will you?” Booth’s stepfather asked.