Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Then again, she didn’t come like every other girl I’d been with, either.
One moment she was pliant and taking my fingers, and the next she was exploding on my tongue. There was absolutely no transition time.
Which I fuckin’ loved.
Her screech would’ve caused damage had her thighs not acted as earmuffs.
She slumped forward, and I rolled us until she was underneath me once again.
Her eyes were lazy and content as she stared at me with panting breaths, leaving those luscious lips.
I couldn’t stop myself from kissing them.
At the same time, I reached for my wallet that was in the back of my pants, extracted a condom, then started to lose clothes.
All in all, it took some doing, having wanted to stay connected to her in the process.
But eventually I had my cock sheathed, my body naked, and her delicious mouth still on mine.
Her hands wound around my neck, and I notched my cock at her entrance.
Slowly, I eased inside.
I wasn’t a small person.
In fact, I’d been told on many occasions that my cock was ‘overly large.’
Whatever the fuck that meant.
It got to the point during my marriage that I didn’t even get to have sex with Rachel because of it.
Hence the reason I’d stayed clothed until she was so ready for me that she was practically begging for it.
At first, I could tell that things were going smoothly.
She was taking it, millimeter by millimeter, like a champ.
But then she started to stiffen, having hit the girthy part of the middle of my shaft.
I reached down between us and slowly started to work her clit, my fingers drawing a soothing pattern around that little bundle of nerves that caused that tenseness in her body to dissipate.
My mouth also moved from her lips to her nipple, which I started to circle at the same rate as her clit.
Eventually, I gave her all, coming to a stop with my pubic bone pressed solidly against her pussy.
She was squirming underneath me, though.
Not to mention my control was usually ironclad, but the feel of that hot, snug pussy so tight around my cock… God, she was tight.
So tight that I barely got it all inside of her.
But she took me, and fuck me, if I wasn’t going to take her right back.
I pulled away and went up on two fists planted on either side of her head, then swiveled my hips and watched… waited.
She cursed, her eyes squeezing shut, and lifted her legs.
I went up on my knees, then used my hands to push her legs back even farther, baring her to me.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, never opening her eyes.
All her beautiful hair was now a riot of curls on the pillow that I liked to sleep with.
With each thrust of my hips, her breasts jiggled and her thighs quaked.
It was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
Rachel was bony and blah.
But Gracelynn. I could tell that she didn’t like skipping meals.
I reached forward and grasped one of her breasts in my hand, using my thumb and pointer finger to pinch the tip of the nipple.
Her back arched, and there she went again, coming.
This time, though, I couldn’t stop myself from following right behind her.
Not that I would’ve even tried to stop it had I had the choice.
But still.
A man of my age should have a little bit of control, right?
I grunted as my cum filled the stupid condom that was separating me from her.
My hand inadvertently squeezed a little harder on her breast, too, causing her to cry out in surprise.
But I was too far gone…
It was as if I’d passed out.
When I finally came to, I was staring down into Gracelynn’s eyes, feeling lost for the first time in my life.
How did I go about my daily life after having experienced that?
My phone started to ring, and I knew without being told that it was my sister, reminding me that I had an interview to conduct this morning.
Drea had gone out of her way to help me, and I owed it to her to answer.
But… fuck me. I’d just had mind-blowing sex.
Would she really blame me?
Yes. The answer was a resounding yes.
She would blame me.
Son of a bitch.
“Fuck,” I rasped, my voice dark and low. “I really, really gotta go.”
CHAPTER 4
I bake because punching people is frowned upon.
-Gracelynn’s secret thoughts
GRACELYNN
I didn’t want him to go.
But he was right.
I needed to go myself.
As it was, I was already going to be leaving here going straight to the interview.
And, not even for the god of all sex gods, would I miss this interview.
Why the fuck hadn’t I taken Anisa’s advice and worn something cuter?
Now I was going to be sporting sex curls, and my black clothes that I tried not to allow people to see, so they didn’t think me unapproachable.
He pulled away, and it was under a mutually silent agreement that we both got dressed. I watched him reach for his phone, send out a quick text, and toss the phone down on his pillow as he reached for his shirt.