Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
It was a pose that not only gave me all the access I needed to that sweet little pussy, but also let me cover her mouth with my own, putting those beautiful, pouty lips to good use.
I reached between us, letting my fingers slowly circle her pussy and loving it when I was rewarded with a full body shiver and a long, low moan from the beautiful woman beneath me.
“Oh, God,” she gasped, throwing her head back as I slipped a finger inside. “Oh, Jesus. More, Brady, please, hurry.”
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, grinning as I leaned in for another quick kiss. “Don’t worry. We’ve got all night.”
But even as I spoke the words, I felt a renewed sense of urgency. Joanne wanted it as much as I did, and I wasn’t about to deny her.
I slid another finger in, my cock jerking painfully as she writhed against me. I wanted to make sure my girl was ready for me, but damn, I needed to be inside her, to be as close to her as possible.
“Please, Brady.”
Fuck it. I couldn’t wait any longer. Neither of us could.
I removed my fingers and replaced them with the head of my cock, eagerly swallowing the needy little whimper that escaped her throat as I began to press against the wet folds at her pussy entrance.
Joanne’s body felt like it had been made for me, and when her tight, virgin channel gripped me, it was almost enough to send me over the edge.
I moaned as she ran her hands down my back, pulling me closer, deeper, until our bodies were connected in every way. It felt too good to slow down now, and my hips bucked in response when her hands roamed down to my ass.
“Does it feel good, babe?” I asked, stroking Joanne’s clit in time with my thrusts.
“Yes, yes, just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I grinned.
She didn’t have to worry. There was no way I was going to stop now.
Harder, faster, deeper I thrust, loving the way her face scrunched up in ecstasy each time my cock brushed past her G-spot. Loving the way that the only sounds that filled the room were our moans and our bodies colliding.
It was sensory overload, and almost more than I could bear.
“Damn, babe,” I ground out between thrusts. “You feel so good. So tight and hot. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
“I’m so close, too. Come with me. Now.”
It was all I needed to hear.
My hips bucked wildly, and I gave Joanne’s clit another stroke as I buried myself to the hilt, feeling the orgasm rip through me. I groaned, feeling my cock fill the condom in twitching bursts as her pussy quivered around me.
For several moments, I remained perfectly still, closing my eyes and trying to hold onto the moment, onto the feel of Joanne’s pussy as it contracted around my cock one last time before I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her.
I could feel her breath as it hit my shoulder, and when I finally opened my eyes, she was looking back at me with that sparkling gaze that I couldn’t get enough of.
“That was so good,” she said, speaking the words that I had been thinking.
I nodded. “It was perfect, babe. You’re perfect.”
And when she smiled up at me and moved closer, letting me feel her curvy body press against me again, I knew it wouldn’t be long until we went for another round of perfection.
But for now, I was content to have Joanne in my arms, to block out everything else except for the beautiful woman I couldn’t get enough of.
All of the stress of reality could wait until another time. This was our moment, and I intended to savor each second of it, because I knew all too well that nothing could last forever.
Not even perfection.
Chapter Thirty-Three - Brady
I had been dreading Monday morning all weekend. I’d known that it would mean the end of Joanne’s two-day stay with me, and even though we’d just be apart for a few hours—a day at most—I’d still gone to sleep the night before wishing it could just stay Sunday forever.
I was glad to be able to give Joanne the day off, though. The two of us had been happily working long days and nights together for weeks, but I shuddered to think of how many hours Joanne had actually put in, running the place with just Naomi before I’d gotten there.
She deserved some time to herself, and she’d more than earned it. The woman needed more days off. Regularly.
And now, even though I had started missing Joanne the moment we’d said goodbye and her car had disappeared down the street, I couldn’t quite bring myself to feel sad. After all, we had just spent two whole days together.