Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“So where are we going?” She turns in her seat but only to look at me.
“My house,” I say like duh.
“But I have a hotel room,” she replies, and I look over at her, shocked.
“What do you mean you have a hotel room?”
“Well, I was speaking to Gabriella,” she says, and I groan right away, “and, well, she said it was a bad idea to surprise you.”
“Never listen to her,” I grit with clenched teeth, “never ever.”
She laughs. “Noted.”
“Now, let’s go get your bag and then get you naked.” I pull away from the curb.
“Well, we can always sleep over at the hotel and get naked there,” she mumbles, and all I do is growl.
“No, I want you in my bed,” I inform her, and she tells me what hotel she’s staying at. She runs into the hotel. In a matter of four minutes, she’s out and back in the truck, tossing her bag into the small back seat.
“There,” she huffs as she puts her seat belt on, “happy now?”
“No.” I shake my head, leaning over to grab her face in my hands and kiss her. And because it’s her and because I haven’t kissed her in a week, it goes from a peck on the lips to intense tongue. A horn honking makes her pull away from me and laugh. “I’ll be happier when we’re home.”
I turn in my seat and head toward my house. “Are you hungry?” I ask her.
“For dick,” she deadpans without missing a beat, and if I was drinking water, I would have choked. “Is that on the menu?” My hands grip the steering wheel while my dick fights to get out of my pants. “If so, I’d like one of those, please.” It’s her turn to lean over, and this time, she bites my earlobe.
“So tell me, Stone.” Her breath makes me shiver. “Is your dick on the menu?” She takes her hand and palms my cock. “Hmm,” she moans, “it looks like he’s ready.” She trails her tongue down the side of my neck. “Is he ready to be eaten?” I’m gripping the steering wheel so tight I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter in my hands. “You want to know a secret?” she whispers in my ear. “I play with myself, thinking about your cock down my throat.” I literally count to ten in my head. “One night, I was using that vibrator you got for me,” she purrs, “and then I took another one to suck on it and pretended it was your dick.”
“Ryleigh,” I growl between clenched teeth, biting down so hard that my teeth grind together.
“Yes,” she replies as if she hasn’t teased me to the point of no return.
She moves away from me, and I sigh in relief, but I should have known better. She takes off her jacket and tosses it in the back before she kicks off her shoes. “What are you doing?” I ask, but my head already knows what she’s doing. I’m just not sure I can handle it. I speed up even more to get home. I know I’m about five minutes from home, and every minute will feel like an eternity.
“I’m really hot,” she purrs out, and the next thing I know, she’s lifting her hips off the seat and wiggles herself from side to side. “Like so hot I’m melting.” She kicks her pants off, and all I can see is her bare legs. I look around to make sure we are away from anyone who can see in the truck and want to kick myself for not getting tinted windows. “Are you hot?” She turns in the seat, putting her back to the door as she throws one of her long legs in my lap while she keeps one foot on the floor. “I’m so hot, it’s like I’m dripping wet,” she states as I turn the corner to enter the gated community I live in.
I stop the car when I get to the gate, rolling the window down to enter the code when I hear her moan. I look over and almost come in my pants. She’s got two fingers inside her while her shirt is pushed up and her bra is pushed down, showing me her tits. “Stone,” she moans my name as she looks into my eyes. I roll the window up at the same time I lean over the middle console and slide my finger in with hers. “Yes,” she pants out.
“Move your fingers with mine,” I direct her as I drive down the street, moving my fingers in and out of her slow at first, both our fingers working her. “How many times did you make yourself come thinking about me?”
“Five,” she pants, “maybe seven.”
“Did you say my name when you came?” My fingers move faster, knowing she’s almost there.