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)
His mother said something from too far away for me to hear, and I started to come.
Booth hadn’t let up his assault, and it took all I had not to scream.
I buried my face into Booth’s neck as I started to feel him come inside of me, his cock jerking as he poured his seed into my pussy.
I gasped, then bit down on his neck, teeth sinking in with nothing else for me to do to keep my screams at bay.
His fingers tightened on my ass as he pumped three more times before finally coming to a stop, enabling me to start breathing once again.
“You’ve gotten better since we last did this,” I whispered against Booth’s skin.
He squeezed my ass tightly.
“Did you say something, honey?” Booth’s mother, Adria, asked.
“No,” Bill, his stepdad, said. “But I’m about to go fall face first onto the bed and not get back up for a week. I’ve done more walking in the last week than I have for the last two years.”
Adria laughed and I heard what sounded suspiciously like a kiss, and then the noises faded away.
Booth slowly lowered my legs to the ground, and then eased out of my sheath, leaving me feeling bereft.
The string that hung down from the middle of the pantry’s ceiling was pulled, and the harsh glow of the single light started to illuminate our surroundings.
My eyes immediately zeroed in on the box of cookies in the corner.
“You think your dad will notice that I ate some of his cookies?” I asked softly.
Booth’s head moved so he could follow the line of my gaze.
“Yes, he’ll notice if you eat those. You know he has to get those from England,” he said.
I snickered and bent down to grab my wet jeans.
Stripping the panties from the wet fabric, I turned my pants right side out and painstakingly started to ease my foot inside.
Booth watched me dress as he too got into his pants, albeit a lot more easily than I was.
He had his shoes and socks on, which I never recalled him removing, before I even had one foot in the pants hole.
He dropped down to one knee beside me and helped.
I leaned back and lifted my leg higher so he wouldn’t have to bend down so far, and he froze, staring at my crotch.
“What?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, and instead lifted his finger to swirl it in the fluids that were now leaking down the inside of my thighs.
I bit my lip, liking the half feral look in his eyes as he did so.
I inhaled sharply when he leaned forward and bit the soft pooch of my belly.
He looked up, giving me those beautiful eyes, and grinned at me.
I shook my head and wiggled my foot slightly.
“You’ve gotten off track,” I urged.
He winked and started to work my foot back into my pants.
Time seemed to slow as he did, getting me all hot and bothered for a second time as I enjoyed rubbing those hands along me, even inadvertently.
Finally, he got them onto both feet, then we both started to pull and tug to get them up past my hips.
They’d been hard to get on dry, and this morning wasn’t anything compared to right now!
“God,” I said. “This is embarrassing.”
He chuckled and finally slipped them up past my ass, then even further to settle on the curve of my hip. I took over from there, buttoning and repositioning one more time as he gathered up my bra and shirt.
I put those on as well, and sighed with relief.
“Now what?” I asked.
He shrugged and went to the pantry, unlocked it, and then left the small space with his hand held out behind him.
I took it and followed him out, coming to a sudden halt when my face met his back.
“Ouch,” I said, looking up.
“Hello, my boy. And Masen,” Adria said.
My breath hissed out of me.
“Hi,” I squeaked, embarrassed beyond belief.
“What’s up?” Booth asked, not caring in the least that his mother caught us having sex.
Well, not sex per se, but close.
We did have sex, but she just didn’t get to see any of the good stuff.
I looked at Adria questioningly.
Adria patted the seat to her right, aiming her gaze towards me as Booth walked around the table, pressed a kiss on Adria’s head, and walked to the seat on her right.
I sat down on her left, hoping she’d be nice and not call me on anything.
I had no such luck.
“We’re not stupid,” Adria said. “This used to always be your hiding spot.”
My mouth dropped open.
Had she known when I stayed over all this time?
Sure, Booth had never been underage like I had been, but this had been his parents’ house, and it was their rules that had me sneaking around in the first place.
I eased down into the seat, thankful I’d put my bra back on even if it was wet, and looked at Adria.