Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
The sound of her juices were almost obscenely loud in the room, and I had to grit my teeth and fist my cock tightly to keep from coming.
Watching her get herself off would forever be branded into my brain.
“Parker, please,” she begged, moving her hips.
My hand found its way to her hip, and I lined my cock up with her entrance.
She went to move her fingers, but I didn’t wait for her to pull them out before I was back inside of her.
We both groaned at the sudden tightness surrounding us, and she gasped.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled.
Oh, fuck was right.
I held myself still and reached around her hip, finding her clit with my index finger.
Then I started to circle it, hoping that she’d come quick.
I didn’t have much in me, and I knew that if I started to move even a little, I’d forget that I was supposed to wait on her.
But then she started to move those fingers of hers, rubbing them up along my shaft, and I lost it.
I lost my ability to do much of anything but fuck her with mindless abandon.
I started to come in two strokes, but somehow, I managed to continue circling her clit.
She pulsed around me and stiffened.
That was about the time I felt the condom I’d squeezed on break, and my release splashing inside of her.
Neither one of us were in the position to stop, though.
It was literally impossible to do.
She knew it. I knew it.
And hell, the neighbor below us probably knew it, too.
Especially when I bellowed so loud that Carmen started to bark.
My balls were drawn up tight, and my thrusts were wild as I fucked my orgasm out.
Pairing that with the tightness of her own orgasm, I was a goner.
At some point, she’d pulled her fingers out, and we’d both collapsed onto the bed.
She was panting on her side, while I was mostly on top of her.
I felt my cock shrink inside of her, and then I felt my release on my balls.
When I pulled out, it was only to see the condom shredded, and my come pouring out of her.
“I…” I started to say, but she only rolled her eyes.
“I should’ve known those wouldn’t fit you. Janie told me, but I wouldn’t listen. You’re huge. Why wouldn’t your penis be, too?”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
“I’m on the pill.”
I blinked, then felt my cock harden slightly after what we’d just done.
The fact that she trusted me, and wasn’t freaking out, had certain parts of my anatomy reacting. Like my broken heart, and my obviously unsatisfied cock.
“In that case,” I said as I tore the remainder of the condom off my dick. “Maybe we should try this again.”
An hour later, I carried her into my shower and washed her clean.
With her back against the wall, I used the bar of soap and ran it up and down her legs.
She watched me do it, and never once protested me cleaning her.
When she tried to reciprocate, I allowed it, even though I usually wouldn’t allow such an intimacy.
But everything with Kayla was different.
She wasn’t just a woman.
She was slowly becoming my woman, and I found that I was very possessive of her. I also liked her touch.
Today probably shouldn’t have happened. But, since it did, I wasn’t turning back.
There would be no going back for either one of us, actually.
She was mine, just as surely as I was hers.
She just didn’t know how deep she was in it, yet.
I wouldn’t be enlightening her of her peril, either. I wanted her well and truly entwined with me—I wanted to make her mine.
She stood up from washing my legs and started to rub the bar of soap into my chest.
And the words just poured out, even though I’d never uttered them to another human being in my life.
“You want to go to a memorial service with me this weekend?”
Chapter 17
Somebody called me pretty today. Actually, they called me ‘pretty fucking awful,’ but I’m only focusing on the positive.
-Text from Kayla to Parker
Kayla
I didn’t really know what he meant by memorial service, but honestly, I’d do anything with Parker.
Anything.
He could ask me to jump off a cliff and promise that he’d catch me—even though it wasn’t physically possible—and I’d do it. He could tell me that the speed of light was slow, and I’d believe him. He could ask me to do anything, and I’d go out of my way to make that happen.
So, when he’d asked if I wanted to go to a memorial service, I hadn’t even hesitated.
I didn’t know what it was for or where it was, and I didn’t care.
We’d been driving for hours, and when I say hours, I meant eight of them. We’d left at three o’clock in the morning and had driven until nine before we’d stopped for a break. Then we’d gotten back on the road and had been there for two more hours before the first sign had appeared.