Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I press my forehead against hers. “You feel me?”
“Yes. You’re so big. I can’t believe you fit.”
“It’s not me fitting. It’s us fitting. We belong together. A set.”
“I know. I believe you.”
“Good.” I grip her hip. “You ready? I want you to come for me.”
“I was born ready,” she replies with the cockiest fucking grin I’ve ever seen on her face.
It sets me off like a rocket. I pound into her, driving her body across the mattress with such force we almost fall off. I dig a knee into the bed, using it for leverage, and power into her, dragging my cock along her sensitive nerves, devouring her lips and then her exposed neck as she arches under my thrusts. Her moans mingle with my shouts of encouragement. Lust fogs my vision. I can barely see or think. My head is full of her—her bouncy, lush tits, her bee-sting swollen lips, her hot, sexy cunt.
I pinch her nipple, tongue her mouth, and fuck her until she screams her release in my ear. I keep going, rhythmically fucking, finding unknown stamina in the dark recesses of my mind, driving into her until she comes again.
I let myself go, jetting rivers of cum inside of her, filling her up, making her mine. No one will ever take her from me. I’ve marked her now. She’s mine. Forever.
Chapter Fourteen
Carrie
“Care-bear,” Booker says against my mouth. The smell of Booker and mint wraps around me. I let out a sigh, not ready to get up yet. There are small aches all over my body. I’m glad Booker insisted that I go into the bathroom last night and take a long soak in the giant tub with him. I lay against him while he massaged me. It quickly turned into another round of sex. Not that I’m complaining.
“No. I don’t wanna.” I try to pull the blanket over my head. I’m not a morning person. Clearly Booker is. I usually need a minute to get myself going.
“I got you brunch. You didn’t eat last night.” He tugs the blanket back down. I peek one eye open to see he’s standing on the side of the bed leaning over me. He’s got a bright, chipper smile on his face.
“Why are you smiling so big?”
“I woke up with you wrapped around me naked. I’m on cloud nine. I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”
“Years!” He tugs on the blanket, revealing my breasts more to him. “I had no idea.” How did I miss that? I mean sure, he’s always been attentive and there for me whenever I need him, but I didn’t realize it was in a more than just friends way.
“I didn’t want to send you running.”
“Why now?” He keeps pulling the blanket down my body. I can see the outline of his cock pressed against his boxer briefs. He’s hard. Last night I was scared of his cock. Now I’m not sure I could live without it. Booker gave me pleasure I didn’t even know existed.
“It's the last year of high school. I figured it was now or never.”
“I was so sure you only saw me as a friend.” He lets out a bark of laughter. “What? That’s how all the boys at school treat me.” Not that I hang out with them, but when I did go to parties and such they never hit on me or anything.
“Yeah, because they knew I’d fuck their world up if they so much as touched you.” Booker slips into the bed, coming down over me.
“You warned them off me?” I let out a small laugh. I should be mad, but I’m not. It’s not as though I wanted to date any of them.
“When it comes to you, I find I’m a bit possessive and don’t care to share.”
“You’re lucky you weren't hooking up with random chicks while warning everyone off of me or I’d have your balls right now.” Now that would have made me pissed.
“Babe, you’ve had my balls for years.” He gives me a real kiss this time. I moan into his mouth, wanting more. “We can’t. You’ll be too sore. You have a show tonight.”
I huff, knowing he’s right, though.
“Are you always grumpy in the morning?” he asks.
“No!” He fights a smile that only makes me glare at him. “Okay, maybe.”
“I think I have a trick for that.” He slips down my body.
“I thought you said….” My words trail off when he spreads my legs to make room for his broad frame, his tongue circling my clit. “Booker.” I moan his name, my fingers digging into his hair.
“You taste so damn good.”
He licks and sucks, easily hitting me with one orgasm. He doesn’t stop there. His mouth is relentless and greedy for me. My legs start to shake. I’m not sure I can take much more. He sucks my clit into his mouth, taking hard pulls as he flicks it back and forth. I scream out his name as another orgasm rushes through my body. I melt into the bed, not sure how I’m ever going to get up.