Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Hastily, I started re-lacing them and then buckling them before standing and dashing to the mirrored glass that framed the sliding glass patio doors.
“Oh, God. They’re so pretty!” I said lifting my shirt and turning so I could stare at the beauties from the back.
“I have a vest for you, too. But these you can wear to work. All you have to do is wear your pants over them and they look just like regular boots.” Kettle said softly.
I practically melted into a puddle of goo right then and there.
Not giving our fight another moment to ruin anything we had between us, I let it all go and launched myself at Kettle.
He caught me in midair, arms wrapping around my back with his hands settled on the globes of my ass.
“I’m sorry I ran away,” I said as I ran my fingers through his hair.
His eyes were focused on me, all-consuming and beautiful. “You’re the halligan to my axe. I’d never give up on you.”
What we did next wasn’t something we’d ever done before.
With no more will power left, Kettle walked forward until my ass and back was plastered up against the mirrored wall.
His lips sought my neck, and he sucked on the sensitive part underneath my ear, making my hips undulate in time to his motions.
“Don’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I could survive a second time if you left me.” He groaned before his mouth crashed down over my own.
The only time my legs left Kettle’s hips was when he removed my panties.
Almost immediately, though, they returned to their previous position.
The buckles from my boots connected with Kettle’s overheated skin, making him yelp with the difference in temperatures.
Then his mouth hit an extremely sensitive spot at the base of my throat, and my head fell back in defeat. No longer did I care about my boots against his skin. When his mouth was on mine, I experienced out of body experiences that sent my cognitive abilities on a flying leap.
Only one single thing became the sole focus at that moment.
“I want you inside of me,” I demanded.
Kettle ground his hips into my own, moving them back and forth, allowing the roughness of his denim covered cock to rasp over my distended clit. The motion elicited a moan to burst out of my mouth, and I squeezed my eyes shut as he went lower and lower, lifting my shirt up to around my neck before capturing one of my nipples with his mouth.
The suction of his mouth was powerful as he went from one nipple to the other with single-minded determination.
“Can you come with just my mouth on these pretty little tits and your pretty, wet, little pussy rubbing against my jeans?” He asked as he pulled back, letting my nipple pop free from his mouth.
Then he blew on it, making my nipple tighten and bunch until it was so tight it hurt.
“No,” I shook my head adamantly. “Please.”
He gave me a little nip on the nipple before reaching between us and undoing the zipper on my pants. With that one act, his pants fell; he lifted me up with the hand around my back, and sat me back down on his cock, filling me to capacity.
He growled low in his throat as he eased me back up slowly, and the let my weight work against me as I dropped back down, hard, onto his waiting length.
With each fall, our grunts and groans intermingled until you could barely tell whose was whose.
“God I’ve missed you. Missed this.” He said, running his nose along the exposed skin of my throat.
Our combined wetness was making Kettle’s cock tunnel into me with such ease that it was nearly laughable. It felt like we’d doused ourselves with lube with the effortlessness it took for his cock to sink inside of me.
Tattoos lined Kettle’s chest, and all I wanted to do right then was trace every single one with the tip of my tongue.
He had a killer grin, a mouth to die for, and the hottest body on the planet. One look at the man had my core hot and wet for him.
I was in the process of licking his left pectoral when a small tap on the window beside us had Kettle freezing, staying my hips with his large, callused hands.
Both of us together looked to the side to find Loki standing there with a shit-eating grin, and Trance a little further down the stairs, back towards the door, contemplating the para-sailors in the distance.
That was when I realized that, although we were inside, those that ventured too close to the deck got an eye full. Just as Trance and Loki had done only moments before.
Kettle growled in frustration before shuffling, as best as he could, with pants around his ankles until my back was on the far wall instead of the door.
Did he stop though?
No. Hell no.
He just sped up.
“This is gonna be quick. I’ve left them alone too long and now they’re wondering how things went.” He growled as he started thrusting harder.
Then he grasped one thigh, pressed it up and out, fairly plastering it to the wall, before he started working me in hard, deep strokes.
The rasp of his pubic hair against my throbbing clit was making me barrel towards my orgasm at a high rate of speed. It came on so fast that I skyrocketed out of oblivion with very little air in my lungs. Emitting a small squeak as I went.
My hot core clamped down on his cock, working him like a hot, wet, pulsing fist as my orgasm overtook me.
Kettle’s growl of completion escaped against my mouth, and our tongues dueled as our orgasms tore through us. It hurtled me into a pleasure I’d never felt before.
“Fuck,” he panted a few minutes later as he let my legs drop from around his hips to the floor.
My boots hit with a soft clicking as I shifted positions slightly, feeling the leaking of his seed as it dripped slowly out of my pussy and slipped down my thighs.