Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“It’s going to be good seeing the family cheering for the same team.” He laughs.
“Only person I care about cheering for me has been cheering me on since I was twelve,” he says, picking up our hands and kissing my fingers.
“Oh my God,” Franny gasps out. “You’re engaged.”
“Um,” I say, my eyes going big, but the smile on my face is so big my cheeks hurt.
“I guess you got the scoop.” Dylan looks at the reporter and then leans in and kisses me.
“So I guess we need to scratch you off the list of most eligible NHL bachelors,” the reporter jokes.
“You can definitely scratch me off that list.” Dylan chuckles.
“Wait,” the reporter says. “Aren’t you Michael Horton’s sister?”
Chapter 32
Dylan
“What time is it?” I mumble when I feel her move away from me, falling to my back. My eyes are still closed when I feel the covers move. I think she’s getting up to go to the bathroom, but then I feel her hot mouth on my cock. “Hmm,” I moan, opening my eyes and seeing her hair covering her face as she sucks my cock.
I close my eyes for a second to take in the feeling. Every single time she touches me, my body feels like an electric shock is going through it. When her hand grips my shaft, I open my eyes once more, and this time, I move her hair away from her face so I can watch her. She’s on her hands and knees in the middle of my legs with her ass in the air, swinging side to side, and I know she’s playing with herself. “Swing your ass over here,” I say between clenched teeth when she lets go of my cock and licks down the shaft toward my balls. “Alex,” I say as she jerks my cock. “Sit on my face,” I order, lifting up my head and watching her watch me with a smile.
“I have a better idea,” she says, getting up and straddling me. She holds my cock in her hand as she aligns herself over me and slides down. I watch my cock disappear inside her, the only sound is of us both moaning out. Her hands go on my stomach as my hands go to her hips as she lifts herself up with her legs and back down again.
“This is much better,” I say. My hands go to her tits, pinching both nipples at the same time and then twisting them, and I feel her pussy pulsate when I do that.
“So much better,” she huffs, moving her hands to the middle of my chest. She rotates her hips once and then moves up and down on my cock. Her hair falls to one side, and she looks like a sex goddess. “So close.” She doesn’t stop moving as I lean up to suck a nipple into my mouth. “Yes,” she hisses, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as I do the same thing to the other nipple. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” she says, and I watch her eyes close as her pussy gets tight around my cock, and I feel her wetness all over me. I wrap my arm around her waist in the middle of her coming and flip her on her back. My cock never leaves her pussy as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I fuck her as hard as I can. My head goes to her neck as her whole body engulfs me. “Again,” she pants, and I fuck her over and over again until we both moan our release.
Her legs and arms just squeeze me tighter when I turn to get away from her. “No,” she groans, making me laugh. I’m about to kiss the shit out of her when the doorbell rings. Both of us stop moving as I look over at the clock and see it’s a little after ten.
“Are you expecting someone?” I ask, looking at the doorway.
“Yes, of course, I’m expecting someone. That’s why I woke up with your cock in my mouth,” she sasses me, and her legs and arms fall to the sides. I slide out of her, and she gets up, grabbing a shirt and slipping it on her.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I grab her around her waist when she is about to walk out of the room, and she laughs.
“I was going to answer the door,” she says as the doorbell rings again.
“Don’t leave this room,” I tell her as I grab a pair of shorts. “Unless I call you.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I know she isn’t going to listen to me. I walk down the stairs as the bell rings again and open the door, seeing a delivery guy there. “Mr. Stone,” he says to me, and I nod my head. “We have a couple of things for you.” He turns to walk back to the van and opens it, showing me a whole truckload of fucking flowers.