Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I watch as his shorts fall to the floor, my gaze immediately going from his legs, strong and muscular, that lead to his thighs, to his cock that is now out in the open. I lick my lips. If I don’t, I’m afraid of the drool that will dribble down my chin. It’s long and thick, a small thatch of hair above his hard cock, and I kid you not, I probably won’t be able to wrap my fist around his girth.
“Holy shit,” I say as I finally move my eyes back up to his face. Chance has a cocky grin playing on his face.
“Don’t even say a word.” I hold my hand up. Chance already has something playing on the tip of his tongue, as if he wants to say something, and I know exactly how to shut him up as he enters the shower, every movement causing my eyes to go straight to his thick length. As soon as he’s in front of me, I drop to my knees, my hand fisting his cock.
“Fuck yeah.” Chance moves my hair that’s fallen around my face again. He’s holding it like a ponytail as my tongue traces the underside, gliding along his vein until I reach the head of his cock.
“You like that?” I question, pulling off his cock.
“You know I do.” Chance’s jaw is clenched, the muscles in his abdomen tightening.
“Like this?” If shit didn’t go the way it did before, he would know one amazing attribute that the girls and I figured out when we were experimenting on popsicles when we were younger, let’s just say he’s going to be one happy man.
“Peyton.” The grumbling comes out of him when I take his length all the way down. My throat convulses around his tip, my own moans amplifying Chance’s and how he’s thrusting his hips, helping me along the way.
“Enough.” Chance rips me off his length. I’m at a loss for words. I was really enjoying tasting him and giving him pleasure.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
“Not at all. I have other things in mind,” is all he says. I look up at him, waiting to see what he is going to do next. One thing is for sure, everything we do together only solidifies what the girls told me all along. Take a chance on Chance. So that’s what I’ll do.
Seven
Chance
Damn, this woman, it sounds cliché, but Peyton is mine, my match, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Having her like I have already knowing she loves everything I do to her body, I’m the exact same fucking way.
“Stay just like that. There’s something I’ve been fantasizing about doing for months.” I fist my cock, not stroking it though. If I did that, I’d shoot my wad all over those luscious tits of hers. Instead, I have something else in mind.
“And what could that be? I mean, if you’ve been having thoughts about this for months, I imagine you have quite the spank bank full of material.” Her smile is full and bright.
“Oh, you have no idea. Don’t think we won’t be working our way through yours.” I nod to her tits. Peyton gets the hint. Her hands cup the undersides, bringing them up, as I move my body closer to hers.
“You’ll probably hate mine, what with the display you put on earlier with me over a swimsuit coverup.” She rolls her eyes.
“Oh, you’re going to tell me all about it.” I crouch down, placing my cock between her breasts. As soon as she realizes what I’m after, Peyton tightens her hold, causing a delicious friction, my hips moving slow, to our own rhythm.
“I will, but first I’m going to do this.” Her mouth engulfs the head of my cock. I was already on the edge when I pulled my length away from her before.
“Jesus, woman. Are you trying to kill me?” I question, not really expecting her to answer.
It’s not going to take me long. The tightness of her tits is surrounding my cock, her mouth sucking every inch she can take.
“Fuck,” I groan. Peyton moves her mouth off of me. My body locks up. I know what’s coming and hate like hell we aren’t coming together, but I can’t hold back. Not this time.
Peyton takes a gulp full of air, then returns to my cock.
“I’m about to come, baby. If you don’t want to swallow, back up,” I groan, my balls tightening up, the tingling sensation in my body telling me it won’t be but a few more thrusts and I’ll be coming deep in Peyton’s mouth if she doesn’t.
When she hums, doubles her effort, I’m set off. My body freezes, coming, and I watch as my woman swallows it down.
“Fuck, I don’t deserve you,” I say when Peyton pulls her mouth off me, letting go of her breasts, and cleaning up a smear of cum from her chin. She doesn’t say anything. I watch as she cleans it up with the tip of her finger, then licks it off with her tongue. And, once again, I’m hard as a rock, but there’s no way she’s not coming.