Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I gasped as he entered me, driving deep inside immediately and holding himself there. There was a familiarity now, but it only heightened the intensity. I knew what to expect of him; I knew how good he could make me feel. And he never failed.
Our fingers interlaced as his long, thick cock filled me, and I gasped as his lips moved down my neck to my shoulders. He groaned heavily, and the sound was like the purring of a lion, making goose bumps break out on my skin and my body loose and more receptive to his touch.
His tongue slid down between my breasts as he rocked back and forth into me, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking as he increased his speed. I cried out as he brought me closer to climax, and when he was fully slamming into me, I let myself sink into the sensation. My eyes rolled back, and I felt the trembling, shaking reaction take over me as I tumbled into an intense orgasm that brought me to the edge of sanity.
We rolled over so he was on his back, and I mounted him, relishing in the view as I bounced on his hard cock. His hands clasped my breasts, and he squeezed as I rode him harder. One hand slid down between my thighs, and the sounds coming from my lips were growing higher and shorter as his thumb swept over my clit.
Suddenly, he pressed into me, and I came, shaking and bucking on top of him as he grabbed my hip with his free hand and began thrusting up. He was close, and his body tensed as he moaned loudly, filling the room with a sound that matched my own. I craved his release inside me, and my eyes opened, burning into his, matching the need in his.
He exploded deep inside me, and I moaned at the heightened sensation of my own orgasm. When I collapsed into his arms, he was spent, and I curled up beside him. Nothing could be better than those little moments, I thought. Happy, satisfied, and sleepy with our bodies naked and pressed together. Nothing could be better than that.
28
JASON
Christmas tree season was rapidly approaching, and I could tell Beth Ann was getting stressed out about it all.
I should probably tell her.
We had been working hard for months to get the place together and into at least phase one of a working farm. Phase two wouldn’t happen until next fall, assuming all went well, and we were able to open early. Phase three was one I hadn’t talked to her about yet but would involve opening in late summer with a pumpkin patch. That was the phase I was looking forward to most.
Pumpkin pie would have to wait, though, as all our free time that would have otherwise gone to making wonderful treats had been spent double-time working on the farm. The hard work was paying off, though. It was starting to look like something that could really be successful. It helped to have the layout essentially unchanged from the way it had been, and been successful for years before, and to have detailed layouts of how it all worked back then.
It was still risky, though. A lot of the trees were too old to be sold as Christmas trees and had to be culled by the lumber company. Seedlings of theirs, however, had grown into perfectly sized Christmas trees. The only problem was they needed to be transported from where they were to the neat little rows that people came to expect in Christmas tree farms the world over.
That meant employing the help of some of the day laborers and lumberjacks that worked for my cousin on their days off to help us dig them up and move them. We found that there were years’ worth of trees of various ages to sell, which meant that we could start planting now, and by the time we ran out, those would be ready. It might not be enough, but it would at least give the farm some good stock to work with from the beginning.
After a couple of weeks of moving trees, rebuilding the outbuildings, and giving everything a fresh coat of paint, the farm was looking ready to go. I could see the excitement in Beth Ann every time she went outside and saw how things looked, but the stress was also weighing on her. She spent every dime she had on rebuilding the farm, and now that we were on the precipice of opening, she was worried about financial ruin.
The thing was, she was incredible with money. The number of things she had accomplished with what she had to work with was nothing short of spectacular, and I was positive I wouldn’t have been able to squeeze that much blood from that stone. I had proof too.