Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
"Climb on," I invite as she moves over to me, and I think she is going to face me, but she turns around, placing her legs outside of mine. She reaches between her legs to hold my cock and slides down on it. My hands grasp her hips as she rolls her hips, trying to get me in deeper. Her head falls on my shoulder, and she looks over at me, and my chest twinges. I’m so fucking in love with her. I almost told her yesterday, but I don’t want her to think I said it because of Julianne or just to calm her. When I say I love her, I don’t want her to doubt that I’m telling her just because. I want her to know that I’m doing it because of her and her alone.
I move my head to hers and slide my tongue into her mouth, and she starts to ride me. My hands move to her tits and I tweak her nipples and then one hand slides down to her clit, wet from the shower water. My middle finger goes round and round on her clit as my other hand pinches her nipples, and she picks up her pace. I can tell she’s close because she’s not moving her tongue in my mouth. She lets go of my mouth to pant out and close her eyes. “Want to come together?” I ask between clenched teeth because if she squeezes my dick anymore, only one of us will be coming this time. Her eyes open as she looks at me. Both our mouths open as we both fucking come together, my hand on her clit rubbing even faster. When she finishes coming on my cock, she slumps on me. I kiss her neck, holding her hips again. "Happy Saturday," I announce, and she laughs.
I get out of the shower before she does, wrapping myself in a towel. I walk to the closet and pull out a pair of shorts. "I’m going to start the coffee." I stick my head back into the bathroom, seeing her step out. She wraps her hair in a towel and smiles at me.
"You read my mind," she says, winking at me. I turn and shake my head, walking down the steps to the kitchen. I take out the coffee and start hers, walking over to the fridge and grabbing the flavored creamer she likes.
Walking back over, I put the creamer on the counter. Her arms wrap around my waist, and she places little kisses on my back. "You smell better than the coffee," she teases, laughing, and I look over my shoulder, seeing her hair hanging wet as she’s wearing one of my big T-shirts.
"Is that so?" I turn and kiss her lips. "Nothing sexier," I say softly, looking down at her, "than you in my clothes."
She laughs. "Really?" She looks up, and her green eyes sparkle with mischief. “Well, maybe I might be inclined to wear one of your shirts and let you fuck me from the back so you can see your name on me." My cock springs to action as she pushes away from me and goes to grab the coffee. She makes her coffee and then mine as I walk to the fridge and take out some fresh fruit for her.
"Look at this." I pick up the can of whipped cream in my fridge. "I see this in your future," I state, and she rolls her eyes at me, bringing her coffee cup to her mouth.
"You can eat it off my pussy, only if I get to lick it off your cock."
"You know that with either of those options, I don’t lose." I close the fridge door. "And neither do you."
She laughs as we make breakfast side by side, and I wrap my arm around her shoulder when the doorbell rings. I look at the clock on the stove and see it’s just after nine in the morning. "Expecting anyone?" she asks, and I shake my head and leave her in the kitchen to walk to the door.
I unlock the door and open it, stunned and shocked to see Julianne and the girls. "Daddy!” Emma shrieks, and I literally just blink.
“I’m sorry. I should have called,” Julianne apologizes, and I look at her. She stands there in shorts and a T-shirt. "But the girls and I were wondering if you would like to come on a bike ride with us," she says at the same time that I hear Erika behind me.
"So who was it?" she asks, coming into sight, and Julianne looks at me and then at Erika, and there is no denying we spent the night together. She stands there, taking in the scene at the door and stopping in her tracks as Emma runs past me toward Erika.