Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“God,” she breathed, her hands going up to latch onto the headboard.
I’d bought a new bed after the Destiny/Kenneth fiasco.
After realizing that not even my bike was sacred to them, I had to get everything replaced that I thought might have seen some horizontal time on their part.
And having Verity in my bed, the first one to break it in, meant something to me.
Three months, ninety-two days to be exact, had gone by, and not one of those nights did I not palm my cock in this new bed of mine and think about her.
Reality was much better.
Especially with the way her pussy seemed to lunge for my fingers the moment I had them poised at her entrance.
“Please,” she mewled.
I smiled happily against her nipple, then switched to the other side, giving it the same treatment that the other one had received.
She growled in frustration, her hand going to her own pussy, as she thrust her fingers inside of her right past my own.
I grinned, pinching her nipple between two teeth, before pulling back slightly to look into her eyes.
Her breath caught, and she stared at me as I pushed my finger inside, alongside hers.
“You feel good,” I told her, taking a lash at her hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Her eyes closed, and her neck arched, as I dropped down even lower, taking my first ever sober look at what was mine.
She moved her hand away, and was rewarded as I pulled her clit straight into my mouth and sucked.
One finger turned to two, and suddenly I was wearing her thighs as earmuffs.
Her thighs were strong, but I didn’t seem to notice as I tried not to dry hump the bed with my need to take her already.
My fingers thrust and my tongue flicked.
When her pussy tightened, I knew she was about to go.
And that’s when I pulled completely away, causing her to scream in frustration.
“Truth!” she cried out angrily.
“Call me by my name, baby,” I settled between her thighs, guiding my cock to her entrance.
“And what’s that?” she breathed.
I knew I was about to make her smile when I whispered my name in her ear. “But only say it in your head, because if you say it aloud, people might hear you.”
“What are you…”
I thrust inside of her, shoving all of my hard, thick inches to the hilt.
She screamed as her orgasm poured over her, pulling her under as she writhed and squirmed underneath of me.
I held still while she rode it out, and was just about to start moving again when I heard it.
“Uhh, guys?” Eugene called through the door. “I’ll just head on home, if that’s okay.”
I smiled against Verity’s mouth. “You do that, Eugene.”
I heard the door close moments later, and I started moving my hips once again; slow, smooth movements that had my balls drawing up within seconds.
Then I heard Eugene talking again outside my open bedroom window.
“You need to go home,” Eugene ordered. “And preferably not come back.”
That’s when I heard Destiny’s voice reply, but my balls chose that moment to empty, and I shot everything I had inside of the best pussy I’d ever had in my life.
Chapter 4
I’m not saying she’s a hoe, but she’s taken more loads than a washing machine.
-Verity to Truth upon discussion of Truth’s ex
Verity
My vagina was pleasantly sore, and I found myself following behind Truth and his seatless motorcycle thirty minutes after the best sex of my life—that I could actually remember.
I was sure all the orgasms he gave me while in Vegas were pretty amazing, too. Yet, I couldn’t remember much more than vague impressions of greatness from that twenty-four hours.
We arrived at the restaurant he said was the best place in four cities surrounding our little town, and I opened my car door just as he walked up to my car.
“I’m not really sure that riding seatless is altogether safe,” I told him. It’d been something I’d thought about the entire way here, and my mouth didn’t know how not to blurt shit out.
He grinned.
“Riding a motorcycle isn’t the safest thing in the world to do, yet you see me still riding, don’t you?” he teased, offering me his elbow. “If you put aside your dreams in lieu of safety, or comfort, what will that accomplish? Not much. Because in the end you’ll be unhappy. But hey! You’ll be safe!”
I pinched his side and fell into step beside him, my arm hitched up high and tight to the side of his chest.
“You’re incredibly tall,” I mumbled. “And one of your strides are two of mine.”
He immediately slowed down, not that I was telling him to. I’d only been making conversation.
I was a nervous chatter box when I was in a position where I felt that silence wasn’t the best option.
Such as now, walking into Truth’s favorite restaurant.