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)
Yesterday, I’d gotten to help deliver babies all day, and today I’d managed to get nearly puked on five times by three different people in the ER department thanks to a crazy strain of the stomach bug that seemed to be floating around our small town.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
“Apparently, our insurance requires a referral for a specialist,” I grumbled.
“We were referred,” Bowe pointed out.
“I know. Which is why I’m waiting for the freakin’ stupid man’s boss to come on the line so I can talk to him,” I grumbled, turning back to my phone.
The screen blinked when I tapped it, and I glared at the numbers. “It’s been forty-nine minutes now.”
“Where’s Elise?” he asked, pushing up against my ass as he pulled me against him.
I smiled and swayed my hips from side to side.
“She’s asleep in our bed,” I sighed. “That’s the only place I could get her to nap.”
“So we’ll have to be more adventurous.” He started sliding my shirt up high over my back, exposing my body to the cold surface of the countertops.
I shivered as the next things to go were my shorts and panties.
“I’m on the phone here.” I lifted my foot out of my shorts, and allowed him to take them off, one foot at a time, and throw them onto the counter in front of me.
“I know.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “But he’s been there all this time. He’ll still be there when we’re done.”
“Bowe…”
He silenced me by dropping down to his knees and taking a swipe of my pussy with his tongue.
I spasmed and pushed back against his face.
The elevator music from my phone wasn’t even enough to take my attention away then. For the next ten minutes, I was lavished with attention as he punished me with his tongue.
And not once did the man I was waiting for come back on the line.
After my legs were noodly from multiple orgasms, I pushed away from the counter, and nearly laughed when Bowe’s hands tightened on my thighs, not wanting to give up his toy of the hour.
“Please,” I begged. “I want to suck on you for once.”
That caused him to back away, and hastily start ripping his pants open.
I nearly laughed, but instead dropped to my knees and stared while he pulled his cock from his work pants, and dropped it.
I watched, saliva filling my mouth, as his penis bounced, and then started to move closer to my mouth each passing second.
The minute he pushed himself inside of me, he latched onto my hair and started to guide my mouth like he wanted.
I let him.
I also preferred it this way.
It took away the question of ‘does he like this’ and let me give him the control.
I looked up at him, as he looked down at me, watching as his length disappeared inside of my wet mouth.
“Fuck, so hot.”
I lifted my hand and cupped his balls, swallowing and causing him to groan.
“Enough,” he pulled away, and I stood up when his hand tightened on my hair, urging me back to my feet.
“Turn back around,” he ordered.
I did, leaning back over the counter in my earlier position.
The phone was still playing the elevator music, and I was tempted to hang up.
But I knew if I did, I’d have to go through the whole lengthy process again, so I let it be.
Instead, I focused on him.
On his cock that was easing inside my tight entrance.
“So fucking good,” he groaned. “It’s been too long.”
He’d been away for forty-eight hours.
Although it didn’t happen often, it did happen enough that I was used to him pulling double shifts.
I also knew what it meant by him saying ‘it’s been too long.’
It really meant that he was about to come fast, so I better get mine or I’d lose my chance.
Normally, he took care of me, always, before he took care of himself, but every once in a while he pulled the selfish card.
Letting my hand go between my legs, I moved the other up to brace on the counter top while he really started to thrust.
My breasts were flopping against the counter unhindered, and I was fairly sure I was ready to come with or without my finger.
But the moment it touched the heat of me, I was a goner.
I moaned as I started to come.
“Yes, Mrs. Tannenbaum?” the phone suddenly chirped.
I squeezed and continued to come.
“Yes?” I squeaked.
“This is Marty Super,” the jovial man said. “I’m the supervisor.”
My orgasm abated, but Bowe didn’t stop.
He continued to pound inside of me while I tried to have a freakin’ conversation.
“Hi. I’m trying to contact someone about a prior authorization my daughter needs for her surgery,” I replied breathlessly.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Could you speak up?” he asked. “There’s something in the background that’s making it hard to hear.”