Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“You a blow-by-blow after type of girl?” he teased.
“Not until now. But I think we should go over every second of that and how awesome it was so we’re sure to commit it to memory.”
Fuck him, he was laughing again.
But he didn’t need to go over it.
He’d remember every second until he died.
“I’m losin’ you,” he murmured, brushed his lips against hers, and went on, “Gonna go deal with this rubber and be back.”
She nodded.
He kissed her, meaning it to be quick and light.
Instead, they made out and it took a while for him to disengage and hit the bathroom.
When he came out, she had his shirt on, drawn end over end at her front, and she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.
He stopped dead on sight of her.
In his shirt, in her fancy duds, in her cute little sleep shorts, all made up, makeup-free or slime all over her face, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Though, he really fucking dug her in his shirt.
Her eyes roved over him.
His did over her.
And yeah.
Fuck yeah.
Whatever it took, Diana Armitage was gonna be his woman.
Hugger came unstuck and moved the rest of the way to the bed, pulling the covers down. Di adjusted as he did, so when he got in, she could tuck herself to him, and he could yank the bedding over them.
“Fuck hair looks good on you, babe,” he observed.
She giggled, actually girlie giggled, and rubbed her face in the hair on his chest.
Totally everything.
She lifted her head and said, “It does on you too.”
His response to that was tugging his shirt up at her back and clamping a hand on her ass.
Then he got serious.
“How you feelin’?”
“Exceptional. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic. Do you need more adjectives?”
He couldn’t stop himself smiling at her, but he had to say, “I mean about the other shit.”
Another big breath where her tits dug into him, something that felt really fucking nice, and she let it out, saying, “It’ll be interesting to hear what Mom has to say about lying to me my entire life. But I think tonight actually went well, especially after Dad stopped acting like the Princess of Wales was over for a martini, and it became a family night.”
So he called that right.
Good.
“And it might have been a bumpy ride, but the ride I got after dinner totally made up for it,” she added.
He couldn’t stop his chuckle, either.
And he felt relief, because it seemed he’d played it right.
“How many condoms do you have?” she asked.
“Only that one.”
Her lips turned down. “This is not good hot-biker-guy planning, Hugger McCain.”
“I’ll swing by a CVS tomorrow.”
“What are we gonna do until then?”
At that, he burst out laughing.
Then he rolled her to her back and murmured, “We’ll figure it out.”
“I’m one hundred percent certain we will,” she whispered, slipping her arms around his neck.
He kissed her.
Di, being Di, gave it right back.
17
BORN THAT WAY
Hugger
“Babe,” he warned, his voice guttural.
Diana, kneeling between his spread thighs, his legs bent at the knees, his head and shoulders against her headboard so he could watch, kept blowing him.
If forced to make a choice, say, with a gun to his head, that he’d only have her mouth or her pussy for the rest of his life, he’d pick her pussy.
But it’d be a tough decision.
“Di,” he grunted when he felt his balls draw up.
He was about to blow.
She slid him out, he got her eyes, but her tight little fist around his dick kept pumping him, and she used the nails of her other hand to drag them down his inner thigh.
This meant he closed his own eyes, dug his head into her headboard and shot all over his stomach.
She milked the last gushes out with a gentler hand, and he was far from over it when she landed on him like she wasn’t bothered the least about lying on a puddle of cum.
He forced himself to focus on her and saw her smiling huge.
“Well, that was fun,” she said.
Hugger grunted again, but it was just a sound, no words this time.
“I’m glad I did my hair yesterday so I’d have an extra half an hour to go down on you this morning,” she shared.
He’d woken rough, as normal, but got over it pretty damn quick when Diana went at him right away.
He was back to rough, and more, realizing he had a woman on his hands who was chipper in the morning.
Not to mention thrilled she got to give him a blowjob.
“Give me a second to recover, and I’ll return the favor,” he mumbled.
“That’s not necessary.”
He squeezed her with his arms. “Babe, I come, you come.”
“Is that a rule?”
“It is for me. For us.”
“I overwhelmingly accept this as a rule for us, though with caveats, like rainchecks when I have to get up and get ready for work.”