Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
We went through a crowd of teens who looked like they were shady as fuck, but for once my cop brain didn’t kick into gear. It was focused on one and only one thing.
The bathroom at the end of the hall to my left.
We turned, and she started whispering furiously. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a bathroom at the end of this hall,” I admitted. “No one ever uses it because it’s hard to find.”
And sure enough, it was empty.
Pulling her into the room and closing the door, I slammed the lock home, then turned to her.
She was already shimmying out of her shorts.
It was the middle of June, and hot as fuck out, warranting the entire population of Texas to wear shorts. I shouldn’t be this affected by them, but the moment she’d come out of her room wearing them and a tank top tucked in, I’d been on edge.
Seeing her now, realizing that she was wearing a onesie type thing that clipped closed around her crotch, my cock stretched fuller.
She reached down to unbutton, but I stopped her by placing my hand on her wrist.
“Allow me,” I murmured, a growl in my voice.
She looked up at me with those navy-blue eyes and offered me her body with a wave.
I reached forward, tugged her by the arm, and twisted her until her back was to my front.
Then I went to work on the buttons between her thick thighs.
“Spread your legs wider,” I urged. “Let me get my hand in there. Good girl.”
Smoothing my hand down her belly, I guided my hand over her pubic bone, then down even farther until my fingers reached the buttons.
I popped one open at a time.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
When I got to the last one, she was breathing heavily, and my cock was about to have permanent indents from my zipper.
I should’ve put on underwear when I got home, but I’d been too amused at her horror at the state of my place to think about it.
Snap.
“Are you wearing panties under here?” I asked curiously as the flaps fell open with the last snap.
“Uh, no,” she whispered. “I’m not wearing a bra, either. This whole thing is self-contained.”
I hummed, my lips now traveling down the length of her neck.
“Lift your top up over your breasts,” I urged.
She did, slowly, hiking the skintight top over her hips, and even farther to rest just above her breasts.
Her ample breasts that were begging for my mouth.
“Lift one up and feed it to me,” I urged.
She did, and I bent down and suckled one perky nipple.
But then voices were heard outside, and I was reminded that we were in a public place, and I didn’t have time to worship her like I wanted to.
She realized it, too, because she said, “Hurry.”
I reached for my wallet and groaned in horror when I saw that we’d used the condoms I’d had stashed there.
“No condoms.” I growled in frustration.
She slumped, and I chose that moment to bite her neck. “There are other things we can do.”
“I need you,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I need you inside of me.”
I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten, but her next words had my heart racing.
“I’m on birth control,” she said. “That was actually one of the things I had you get out of the bathroom this morning that I forgot.”
The white package that looked like my medication at home.
I remembered.
“I’m clean,” I said, not quite believing I was considering doing someone bare.
I’d never done it before.
Dad was a stickler when we were growing up about letting us boys know that we always needed to wrap it up.
And my mom had been as unobtrusive as possible, always making sure we were supplied with condoms without asking anything about the hows or whys.
I always had condoms.
I may not fuck everything with a brain, but I still had sex on a semi-regular basis. And I was always prepared.
Except, apparently, with Ellodie Solaire.
“I’m clean, too,” she breathed. “Please, Quaid. Pretty please.”
“Since you beg so nicely,” I said as I lined my cock up and slammed inside.
She squeaked. I saw Jesus.
And we were both coming within four strokes.
My hands on her hips tightened, and the moment she was pulsing around me, I gave in.
I’d never felt anything so fucking good in my life.
It was, by far, the best experience I’d ever had.
I couldn’t wait to do it again, and maybe last longer than twenty seconds.
When we both came down from our highs, we were panting and hanging on to each other for dear life.
“That was…” she started.
“Perfect,” I finished for her.
“Very perfect,” she agreed.
Then the knocking started on the bathroom door, and I cursed.
Pulling out of her, my eyes automatically went to her ass, where I could watch my cum leak down her leg as I left her.
It was just as hot as feeling her bare.