Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“You got no tats, Al,” he noted.
She shrugged and bit into her own toast.
“You don’t like ’em?”
“Yours is beautiful.”
He grinned, set his mug aside, moved, pinned her to the counter, and wrapped a pigtail apiece in his hands, holding them behind her ears, trying not to let it sink in how good those thick ropes felt in his fists, and how long it felt like he’d waited to be able to claim them.
It had only been weeks.
It seemed like decades.
“I like your bed,” he murmured.
“Mm?” she hummed, gaze on his mouth.
“It’s girlie,” he said.
Her eyes skipped up to his. “Girlie?”
“I’m an invader, fucking the bashful damsel, who, once she gets it in her mouth, won’t stop sucking my cock.”
His pink hit her cheeks.
He dipped closer. “We need some mods in your bathroom, though, for me to be able to use your shower.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She could also use some rails by her toilet, but until they assessed how long this might last, he wasn’t gonna ask her to take it that far.
He used her pigtails to pull her up on her toes.
When he did, she made a little mew and that drove right up his ass, straight into his balls.
He’d always had a strong libido, but that morning he’d already fucked her twice, she’d come three times, and he was going to fuck her again.
With this in mind, Rix nipped her bottom lip, traced his tongue along it, and with his mouth still there, ordered, “Turn around and brace, sweetheart.”
Her eyes went hooded, he let her pigtails go, and she did as he said.
He reached around, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, yanked them down to her thighs along with her panties, and then he shoved his hand between her crack, in the end curling in.
Soaked.
She was ready for him, his Alex.
With relief, he released his hard cock, positioned, and with a helluva lot more relief, he drove in.
Alex bore down.
Christ.
Rix mounted her, wrapping an arm around her chest to haul her into him, his other hand he dove in and fingered her as he fucked her, watching her. Her flushed face, her slick lips she kept moistened with her little pink tongue, listening to her soft moans and hitches mingled with his deeper sounds of effort.
“Weekend after next is ours. Fuck you all day, both days,” he growled into her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Your man needs you to put more effort into it, baby,” he commanded.
She bounced in, meeting his thrusts, and he could feel her attempting to grind into his hand.
His balls drew up.
God, his girl, at his command.
He’d never had a woman give over like Alex.
It was spectacular.
“Can’t get enough of you,” he told her.
“Me…either,” she forced out between thrusts.
“You like my big dick,” he teased.
“Ye…es.” She was not teasing.
Yeah she did.
“Rix,” she gasped.
God, fuck, his name in her mouth when he was moving inside…
“You gotta come, Alex.”
Her hand found his between her legs, but not to direct him.
She pushed through to feel him fucking her.
Fuck.
She had to come.
Her neck arched, lips parted, her pussy clutching him.
She was coming.
He gave her that before he let go and jetted inside her.
He ended it with his forehead next to her ear, the scent of her in his nose, and he knew how big his orgasm was when it was only then he noticed her little hand gently massaging his balls.
His dick still buried, it felt phenomenal.
Then again, it’d feel like that even if he wasn’t still buried.
He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Our fuck weekend, let you play too.”
Her gaze slid up to him, and she did not hide in the slightest she dug that idea.
He grinned. “Alex Sharp. My little mountain fuck bunny.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed up from the counter.
What she didn’t do was contradict him.
Totally his fuck bunny.
Rix was chuckling when he pulled out, jacked up his pants, pulled up hers and spanned her hips to turn her to him.
He kissed her, deep, wet and short.
When he was done, he ordered, “Clean up.”
“’Kay,” she mumbled.
“How much shit your friends gonna give me tonight?”
She’d told him that she’d told them about their past fake relationship, as well as the fact it was no longer fake.
Her eyes climbed to the ceiling, and she let her head drop to one side.
Even though that was cute on her, what it meant was her friends were gonna give him a lot of shit.
“Fantastic,” he muttered.
“Katie will love you,” she offered.
That’s batting five hundred.
“Gal’s going to bust your balls.”
He heaved a sigh.
She wrapped her hands around either side of his neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there to protect you.”
“The damsel doesn’t protect the invading marauder whose dick she falls in love with,” he educated her.
“Oh?” she asked, her eyes lighting.
“Yeah. She becomes his sex slave, though.”
She slid her hands down to his chest and gave him a playful push, which was totally ruined since her dimple was pronounced the whole way through it.