Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
We set such a beautiful motion with one another, sliding into one another again and again, me crying out for him, my arms and legs wrapped around him, clawing my nails down his back. He just groans with pleasure and keeps fucking me.
A steady building tide rises inside of me, and I’m sure he feels the same. The feeling is so goddamn immense, and I’m trembling with need to ride it through. If he were to stop now, I would hate him forever, but thankfully, I can see in his eyes that stopping is the absolute last thing on his mind.
Faster and faster the tide rises, and soon I’m going to be beautifully drowning in it. I can’t wait, urging him on, telling him I want more and more in what’s likely completely incoherent language. He understands it though, rubbing my clit with each and every thrust of his cock, filling me to the absolute brim, testing my physical limits.
I feel like any little thrust will be enough to get me screaming at the top of my lungs. And when I let go? Goddamn.
It’s everything I expect and more.
My entire form is ignited with absolute bliss, searing pleasure all the way through me. Williams is right there with me, thrusting slower but still powerfully, until he erupts inside me, the tightness of my sex leaving him unable to resist any longer. The heat inside me adds to the pleasurable blend of sensations washing over me, and I’m left fucked silly and just smiling about the whole thing.
He lies next to me, holding me close, holding me tight. He’s never going to let me go, that much I’m sure of.
“We can’t go back, can we?” he says.
“I don’t think so. Not when we know this is waiting for us.”
“We were so afraid of ruining our friendship. Well, we’ve crossed that bridge. Now I guess we gotta work on making it a proper relationship. I don’t want to ever lose you, Windy.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I need you, Williams. Always and forever.”
I don’t know how this will change things between us. But with how intent and sincere he’s always been? I can’t help thinking those changes will be for the better.
“We can work on our project tomorrow, you think?” he asks, briefly floating back to the real world from our orgasmic wonderland. “We got time, right?”
“Yeah. We got time. I have all the time in the world for you, Williams. For work... and for play.”
He laughs and places one more kiss on me.
7
WILLIAMS
Our project is complete and the meeting has been arranged. Windy and her father, Bob, join me in an SUV with our prototypes in the back and we begin our interstate journey.
We don’t know how to reflect the sudden change in our status to others just yet, so Windy and I have to keep our hands off one another during the trip.
Which is harder than I expected.
We roll up to a garage in Utah at last. It looks kind of dusty, but we want some vehicles to demonstrate the potential of what Windy and I created.
It’ll need a bit more extensive testing, but we’re certain that we’ve created something that’ll save time and money if applied to most motor vehicles.
“Here we are,” Bob says. “Remember. Watch your language. He’s a bit of a stickler for that sort of thing. He wants to make sure you’re on the same moral ground as he is.”
“I can already say we fucking aren’t if that’s a big deal for him,” I reply.
“Yes, that’s true, but he doesn’t know that.”
Windy hops out and stretches, glad to be free from the vehicle. “Lies and hiding things sound like a great foundation to build a business relationship on.”
“If this deal goes through, it’ll make all of us rich. Or richer than we already are, in Lou’s case. Either way, that’ll keep everyone happy.”
“Sure, Dad.”
We haul a tray of our prototypes into the shop. We have a few versions meant to be placed in vehicles of different sizes. After all, a semi-truck requires far more oil than a tiny sedan.
Out of his office comes a man I assume is Lou Griffin. He’s wearing a white suit with a bolo tie, cowboy boots, and a ten-gallon hat. It’s the most wannabe cowboy outfit I’ve ever seen.
And I’ve seen it before. It’s practically the uniform of the rich fuck who wants to seem folksy out here. Meanwhile, Windy’s dad is wearing a worn blue button-down shirt and some faded black slacks with loafers he probably had to dig out of the back of his closet. He tried to look nice today, but he wasn’t going out of his way to buy anything new for today.
It’s the same story for Windy and I. We’re dressed nicely, but we’re still mechanics. Work shirt and jeans for both of us. It’d be so unlike Windy to show up in a fancy, frilly dress. That’s not something I expect her to see her in on anything except her wedding day.