Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“I’ve got you,” I soothe her, gripping her body tighter, not for Josie, for me. “Though, I’m going to take my hand to your ass, woman, trying to scare the life outta me. What we’re you thinking?” She lifts her head away from the crook of my neck. It’s red and blotchy, hair up in that crazy bun of hers with another thing wrapped around her head. This time, it’s a solid red color as bright as the apples of her cheeks.
“I swear, that was supposed to be easy peasy. The guy at the hardware store said the loppers would cut through the lower limb when I showed him the picture. Clearly, he lied, which is why I had to borrow a taller ladder,” she attempts to justify the situation. I quirk an eyebrow. “Trace, I can do a few things on my own, like painting, cutting the grass, cleaning the house inside and out. I know my limits. The kitchen cabinets are one of them. Trimming a tree is not.”
“Says the woman who almost fell off a ladder. Babe, you want to do something like this, you ask me or your dad. Someone. Not your neighbors, who are currently scattered like cockroaches when the light is turned on in the middle of the night. You damn sure don’t get on a ladder when no one is around.” I’m marching my way toward the front porch. The steps are new, an afternoon project I worked on while she was holed up inside working on her computer.
“Lesson learned. You can let me down now.” She doesn’t get it. I’m holding her for myself, not for her. I tighten my hold and hit the doorknob with one hand, my other moving up her spine until my fingers hold the back of her neck.
“I’m not putting you down. I’m nowhere near done with you. First, I’m going to kiss you to make sure I know you’re safe and here with me. Then I’m going to bend you over the couch, peel your shorts and underwear down your legs. I’ll warm you up while my feet spread you for my viewing pleasure.” The way her eyes smolder with desire, I keep going, carrying her until her ass hits the back of the couch, making good on my promise. “Babe, you’re trying to break your neck before I get a chance to break your headboard.” My mouth meets Josie’s. I work my hand around the front of her body, hitting the button, unclasping it. The rasp of the zipper echoes throughout the room as my tongue tangles with hers, tasting the mint of her toothpaste. I swallow her moans, and when my palm slides down her stomach, fingers meeting silk, Josie shimmies her hips until her shorts drop to the floor, and I only allow myself the barest touch of her. My pointer finger lazily drags lower, over smooth bare skin, wetness licking her clit, and Goddamn, do I need a taste. My hand has a mind of its own. Her soft mewls, hands digging into my hair, hips arching up as she stands on the tips of her toes give me ample opportunity, and I sink one finger inside. The tight clench of her pussy is unlike anything in this world.
“Trace, God, yes, please.” Her begging is music to my ears. I pull one finger out, then add another, letting her ride my digits for a few moments while the palm of my hand rubs against her clit. She’s about to come, and I can’t have that. Against my baser needs, I pull away from the best feeling in the world. “No, no, no.” She tries to go after my belt, but my other hand holds hers there beneath them.
“Josie, I’m going to make good on my promise.” The two fingers that were in her cunt come away with wetness, and I bring them to her mouth, painting her lips. Another wave of shock knocks me in the gut. Josie’s tongue traces where my fingers were seconds ago, moan with each lap, and when I push my fingers inside, she sucks on the digits like she would my cock. “Fuck.”
“Hmm,” she whimpers.
“Turn around, give me your ass, babe. I’m going to warm you up, and then I’ll give you my fingers, my tongue, and then my cock. In that exact order.” I take a step back, hand moving to the back of my neck, pulling my shirt off with one pull, looking at Josie the whole time as she does as I ordered, in nothing but a pair of shoes and a top, making a show. Her hands are on the back of the couch, fingers gripping the fabric firmly. “Fuck, yeah, show me how you like being a good girl for me.” She arches her back, spreads her legs, and gives me the most beautiful views of her bare ass and pussy, the insides of her thighs coated with wetness.