Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
We walk hand in hand to my room.
“I never thought I’d get to fuck you again,” she coos in my ear as we make our way into my room.
It was a bump on the head not a mortal wound, so I have no idea what she’s going on about.
I close and lock the door behind us. The sound of the lock shifting into place must be her panty-drop call sign because she hits her knees before I can make it a foot further into the room.
My belt is undone, and my pants are around my ankles mere seconds later. With no preamble whatsoever, I feel her hot mouth wrap around my dick and take me to the back of her throat.
“Holy fuck,” I groan loudly as she draws in her cheeks and increases the suction tenfold.
Jesus her mouth is heaven. She’s relentless, sucking and stroking like it’s the last dick she’ll ever be allowed to touch.
My body only gives me a second of warning before I blow. She laps it up enthusiastically without objection.
“Fuck, Snapper,” I hiss as she continues to lick me clean. “On the bed,” I command. “Ass in the air.”
She obeys immediately, stripping her clothes off as she walks across the room. It doesn’t take but a few seconds since she was only wearing a thin cotton dress and a thong.
“Leave them on,” I tell her as she moves to pull her panties down her legs.
I strip off my t-shirt and toss it to the floor as I close the distance between the bed and the door. I grab a condom from the drawer in the bedside table and suit up. I position myself behind her and tug the thin strip of fabric away from her entrance, situating it over her right ass cheek.
With no time to waste and no need for foreplay, I notch my dick at her opening. This is what I love about the club girls, always willing, always ready.
I slide into her in one long thrust. I may not remember everything, but I know exactly why she’s named Snapper; it has nothing to do with fish and everything to do with her pussy clamping down on any dick that comes close.
“Damn, baby. I love how you’re always ready for me.” I set a punishing rhythm as she smiles over her shoulder, eyes half lidded.
I grip her hip with one hand and reach the other up to tug her hair, forcing her back into an arc deep enough that I hit her sweet spot on each and every thrust. Foreplay may not be my thing, but I make the woman come every time. I’m a gentleman like that.
Sweat beads on my skin and rolls down my bare chest. I may have bitten off more than I can chew; thinking fucking is a great idea so soon after getting out of the hospital. I close my eyes momentarily, but keep on thrusting into Snapper’s hot, tight-as-fuck pussy. I can feel a headache creeping in, and I can tell just by the mild throb that it’s going to be a bad one.
She whimpers when I slam into her and rotate my hips in a circle when I’m buried deep.
“Kid,” she gasps. “Yes.”
She reaches her hand under her, and I know she’s stroking her own clit because I can feel her fingers each time she takes me to the hilt. I should apologize, because it’s something I’d normally do for her. Clearly I’m off my game.
With my eyes squeezed shut, a flash of that hot little auburn-haired girl in the living room flashes in my head. That’s not unusual for me. I tend to picture other women when I’m fucking. I know it makes me an asshole, but you have to get creative when you keep your dick close to home and in the same handful of girls, unless a mission comes up.
What’s odd about it is my vision of her is nothing sexual, rather just the two of us talking at the end of a dock and feeding ducks. It feels like a memory, not just something my brain has conjured out of nothing.
The tingle at my spine and the deep throb in my sac breaks through the images, and I groan loudly when my dick begins to wrench in pulses as I orgasm.
Best feeling in the world as far as I’m concerned.
Even though my mind was elsewhere, I can tell Snap got hers as well. Her skin is flushed pink, and she’s breathing harder than I am.
I pull out and slap her hard on the ass.
“Thanks, doll,” I say climbing off the bed and heading for the shower. “See you at breakfast.”
The sex was great; it always is. Every one of the girls here is fantastic in bed, but for some reason, it feels empty, as if something is missing. Apparently, I hit my head harder than I realize because I’ve never felt this way after blowing my load twice in less than an hour. Normally I’m satiated, replete. A wash of unease runs up my spine, settling in my stomach as shame and embarrassment for some reason.