Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
This time, he darts his eyes like a cornered animal, so I double down and say, “Imagine getting kicked out of med school by your own father.”
“Please don’t,” he finally croaks out.
“Then apologize to Allie.”
His eyes continue to flicker with fear as he turns to Allie. “I’m sorry, Allison. I was way out of line. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”
Allie crosses her arms over her chest, her face blank. “I never led you on, Bryce. You asked to go out with me multiple times, and I said no multiple times. When a woman says no, it’s a no. Even a fifth grader understands that simple word.”
Bryce nods repeatedly. “Yes, got it.”
I loosen my hold on his shirt and stand. “Now go.”
He can’t run fast enough, and he doesn’t even look back, just hightails out of there like the devil himself is on his heels. Douchebag.
“That was so hot, Tris.”
I spin on my heel to find Allie crossing her legs, rubbing her thighs together, and throwing me a sultry look. She slides the strap of her top down her shoulder, and her eyes blaze with desire.
See, I am a simple man. My girl gets horny, I get horny. My girl wants to get fucked, then I will fuck her. The lust building between is so thick I can taste it on my tongue and feel it lighting my veins.
I slam my mouth to hers and carry her unceremoniously to the backseat of my car. It’s too small for me to do anything, but Allie solves the problem by forcing me to sit.
Like I said, she doesn’t have underwear on, so when she slides the pants off, I’m immediately greeted by her pussy. I try to unbuckle my pants, but she smacks my hand and does it herself.
My cock springs free, jutting against my stomach. Before I get a good grasp of what she’s doing, Allie wraps her hand around the shaft and licks the bead of pre-come on the head.
Fuck me.
She manages to fit herself in the space between my legs, kneels, and takes me in her mouth. My hand flies to her hair, winding it around my knuckle as her head moves up and down. The sound of her spit on my cock, slurping and sucking, is so filthy that I almost come right there and then.
“Ride me, Bun. Fuck. Ride me please.”
I don’t need to tell her twice. She straddles my lap and grips my staff, sinking slowly until she impales herself. Her eyes flutter, and she whimpers breathily, throwing her head back as she grinds.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she pushes my head in between her tits. The car isn’t turned on, and it’s getting increasingly hot inside. Beads of sweat run down my spine, and when I lift her top, she’s sweating too. My shirt and her top come off in two seconds flat.
The car is filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping, moans, whimpers, grunts, and heavy breathing. Kneading her butt cheeks, I graze her other hole with my finger, and she jerks.
“No, Bun. Not today. Someday, I’m gonna explore that tight virgin hole. Say yes.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good. Now ride me harder.”
And ride she does. With her mouth breathing hotly on my neck, she yanks my hair and rotates her hips, panting and whimpering.
“Come for me, Bun. Come on my cock.”
She screams through clenched teeth and lets go of me, her back landing between the two front seats. I don’t let up. I rub circles on her clit even while her legs and stomach tremble, and I don’t stop until my own climax begins to crest.
Pulse after pulse of warmth fills her and drips down her hole. With her eyes still glassy and her chest heaving, she reaches down and swipes the come all over her pussy before smearing it on her stomach.
There’s no doubt about it. Allie is mine.
6
ALLIE
I’m in the middle of coning up my clay when Gram calls me. I press the ‘answer’ button with my elbow and put it on speakerphone. It’s a skill, I know. One I’ve mastered over the years.
“Hello, Gram.”
“Al, there’s been an emergency.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I wipe my hands on my apron. I’ll just start this again tomorrow. I can always start again. Right now, Gram needs me.
My heart skips a beat, blood roaring in my ears. “Gram, what is it? Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
With my phone in one hand, I turn off the light switches, grab my keys and bag from the counter, and lock the studio. Fortunately, my car is parked in front so I don’t have to run far.
“Gram, are you hurt? Did you call 911? Do you need me to call 911?”
“No. Just come home. Don’t run the red lights.”
“Are you sure? What’s going on? How—”