Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“Hurry,” Van calls from the back, but this goddamn machine can’t go any faster.
I grip the wheel so tight it cracks, but I keep on going. By the time we make it to the office I see a crowd of counselors outside. Van and I jump off the Gator while it’s still in motion, and my legs don’t work as fast as my brain. I stumble a little as I rush up the steps and burst through the door.
Honey is laid out across the desk with the camp doctor on one side, a couple of the nurses around him and Moose nearby.
“What happened?” I call out as I rush over to her and see she’s unconscious.
“Snake bite,” Moose answers, and I look at her leg to see the two small dots.
“We had the antivenom and she’s going to be okay. But she’s going to be in and out of consciousness.” The doctor shakes his head. “It’s a bad bite and we didn’t get it in her quick enough. She was by herself on the other end of the storage cabins.”
“Oh God.” I kneel down beside her and take her hands in mine.
“There was a girl nearby. I think her name was Zara. She just happened to be walking by when it happened. She carried her back here.” I look up at the doctor, who shakes his head. “I don’t know how she carried her.”
I feel Van silently come up beside me as he looks down at his mom. “She’s going to be okay, right?”
The pleading in his voice mirrors my own as we look up at him.
“Yes, she’s just going to have to take it easy the next few days.” He points to the board close to him. “Let’s transport her back to your house so she can get some rest.”
“I’ve got her,” I say as I scoop her up in my arms and feel her warm, small body against mine.
“Ford,” she mumbles, and for a moment I close my eyes in thanks.
“I’m right here, baby, and you better stay with me.”
She nods and I feel her even breathing as I walk out of the office and take her home.
Chapter Five
Honey
I moan as my hips try to come off the bed. Ford sucks my clit into his mouth and I decide this is the best way to wake up. I want to grab him and dig my fingers into his hair but I can’t. He’s got my hands tied to the headboard and I’m not going anywhere unless he says so.
“Oh God,” I moan, ready to cum. I try to move my hips, wanting his cock inside of me. He knows what I want but he only slips in another finger to try and fill the need. Nothing will feel as good as my husband's cock and he knows it. I don’t care how much I love his fingers or how good he is with them, it will never be the same. But he knows how to work my body and within seconds I cum from him. The flood of pleasure takes my body and I grip the soft silk that keeps my hands tethered to the bed. He doesn’t stop and he demands another, but I don’t know how much more I can take.
“In me,” I encourage, but he shakes his head.
His mouth never leaves me and I can see he’s jacking himself off as he licks my pussy. I cry out his name because I’m too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop. He angrily strokes his cock and his motion jerks the bed. I know he wants to be inside of me as bad as I want him there but he’s not going to break. I know my husband. When it comes to my safety I come first. He’s on edge and struggling to deal with it, but I’m literally in a bed of my own making.
“Cum with me, Ford. I want to see you do it,” I tell him.
His eyes come to mine and with one look he sends me over the edge again. He cums with me this time and I wish I could see it spill from his cock and onto himself, but I’ll have to take the sounds of his pleasure for now. He's breathing heavily and still trying to get himself together. He moves a little to lay his head on my stomach.
“I want to touch you,” I complain.
I ended up tied to the bed last night after I tried to sneak out. In my defense, the man wouldn't let me leave the bed! I was almost to the door before he busted me and had me flat on my back. Then he used my own panties to tie me down. I didn't fight him on it because I knew he wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't let him keep me tied up. It was for his own sanity.