Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
When I tried to move them further apart, he stilled my hips.
Worried that he couldn’t breathe, I tried to open them again, only to be rebuffed by a slap on the outside of my thigh.
“Still,” he said between licks.
I moaned into my pillow, crying out each and every time his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
He spread my ass cheeks apart, and licked me from front to back, making my whole entire body jolt when he got close to my back hole.
And his dark chuckle didn’t help matters.
Nor did the feeling of his stubble making the insides of my thighs burn.
After long minutes of him eating me from behind, I was a freakin’ mess.
My whole body felt like it was lit with electricity going to my every nerve ending.
The moment he would feel me start to quicken, he’d pull away, massaging my ass or thighs.
Just when I was about to start cursing, he pulled away and I felt him straddle my thighs.
His thick cock pressed into me, and easily slipped between the slippery mess I had going on between my thighs.
His cock slid straight into my pussy, not stopping until I was filled completely.
The course hair surrounding his cock pressed into my pussy lips, added into the way his mouth started to gently suck my neck, had my entire body going into sensory overload.
I knew, just as well as he did, that I’d come the minute he started to move.
But what did he suspect would happen?
He’d eaten me out for what felt like hours!
“Please move,” I begged. “Please.”
“What do you say?” he rasped against my neck, punctuating that remark with a lick and small suck. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll move.”
Before I could reply and scream my love for him, his beeper, the one that announced him having a SWAT call, started to chirp.
He stilled as a vicious curse flew from his lips.
I cried out in dismay as he started to pull out.
But he surprised me and slammed back inside, once. Twice. Three times.
Then I started to come.
My eyes crossed. My nerves exploded in bliss. My hands clenched the comforter underneath my body.
And I was lost.
Everything hit me all at once, and I cried out.
His groan followed mine, and all too soon he pulled out, leaving a wet trail of his come behind as he went.
I rolled to my side, hoping to trap the mess between my thighs, and watched him dress quickly.
And without another word to me, he left the same way he came.
I stared at the door for long minutes, willing him to come back.
But he didn’t.
And I was left feeling completely empty.
Sleep came finally, but by then I knew exactly what I had to do.
Chapter 22
Sending dick pics are for amateurs. Real men disappoint their women in real life.
-Truth
Bowe
“This has to be a fucking joke,” I muttered, my eyes following the path of the third suitcase that’d sailed over the balcony in the last five minutes. “I left my warm, willing girlfriend for this.”
Downy and Nico, other members of the SWAT team, chuckled.
“I left my wife with two sick twins,” Nico sobered. “She’s going to fucking kill me when I get back.”
I looked over at him.
“I don’t think she’ll kill you,” I drawled. “She likes you too much.”
He snorted.
“There are times where I contemplate that fact,” he acquiesced. “But I know she loves me. It’s just hard for her to show when she’s got puke all over her.”
A round of chuckles followed that comment.
“Mine had that last week,” Miller said. “Sorry if I gave it to you.”
“At least I don’t have it yet,” Nico shrugged. “Usually I’m the first one to go down with it. Getting the stomach flu, twenty-four hours or not, ain’t no fuckin’ joke.”
I agreed.
Things that used to affect me in only small amounts now took me down to my knees.
“How long do you think we’re going to have to watch this shit?” Foster grumbled. “If they’re not going to arrest him, then what the fuck are we doing here?”
***
I rushed into the classroom, full SWAT gear, sans my guns, and immediately jogged to the front of the room.
We’d been there at that shit hole all night watching that bastard throw a temper tantrum.
And now I was late giving my final.
I’d likely hear about this from administration, but they knew what I did before they allowed me to teach the damn class. They could kiss my ass.
“Have you all turned in your study guides?” I asked them impatiently, purposefully avoiding looking at Angie.
“Yes, sir,” a few of the ladies in the front spoke.
Jade and her friend, Alicia.
I hid my grimace and immediately looked away from them before who I really wanted to look at caught my eye.
If I looked at Angie, I’d likely have to go kiss her mouth, and we couldn’t have that.