Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 99012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I immediately envisioned spurting all over that inviting tongue.
Slow.
Fucking slow.
Tell that to my heart, which was already going nuts in my chest.
She opened her eyes again, made sure I was watching, and took me into her hot little mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base, and she kept sliding down until she reached her hand. Then she pulled back, flattening her tongue along the underside as she made her way to the tip. Bella looked up at me again, her eyes sparkling as she took my hand and placed it on the back of her head. My fingers curled into her hair, and she didn’t have to guide me to add the other hand. She went back to work, bobbing up and down, pumping me with her hand as she sucked my cock. But her motions were too slow for the way I was feeling. So I balled a wad of hair in each hand and took over the rhythm, going faster and deeper, until I was fully fucking her face.
Before long, I felt the rush coming. My balls drew tight, my limbs started to tingle, and I quickly realized the point of no return was coming faster than usual. So I forced myself to let go of her head and tried to pull back, but Bella had my hips gripped tightly.
“Babe…” My voice strained. “I’m gonna… You gotta move.”
Bella’s response was to look up at me again, let me know she’d heard, and suck me in even deeper.
Oh fuck. She’s going to let me come down her throat.
My head lolled back, my neck no longer able to support the weight as I lost my last ounce of control. I groaned her name as I bucked one last time and stilled, filling her throat with what seemed like a never-ending stream.
After, I barely had enough strength to open my eyes, and I panted as if I’d just run down the entire field, even though Bella had done all the work.
“Holy shit.” I shook my head. “That was…”
Bella wiped her mouth and filled in the blank. “Good?”
“No, babe. Good doesn’t come close to what that was. That was running the winning touchdown in with two seconds left in the game—spectacular. Screw the grass and the ice cream. That hot little mouth of yours is my new happy place.”
She smiled. “I’m glad. But we should probably keep ten feet away from each other for the next twenty or so minutes. Otherwise we might miss our food again.”
I ran my finger along her collarbone. “Not sure that’s possible.”
She giggled. “I think we need to put on some clothes. Do you have a T-shirt or something I can borrow? I don’t want to put back on the clothes I wore all day.”
“Sure.”
I walked into my closet with the intention of getting her a tee, but then I saw the stack of my jerseys. I pulled one of those out and tossed it to her instead.
“A jersey?” She unfolded it and looked at the back, where my name was emblazoned. “Is this your signature move? Giving the ladies your jersey after? Do they get to take it home as a parting gift?”
I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Your grandfather, Coach, always told me it was bad luck to let a girl wear a jersey with your name on the back, unless you were sure she was going to be your wife and take that name.”
Bella chuckled. “Athletes and their superstitions. I’m surprised you didn’t buy into that one.”
I winked as she pulled the jersey on. “Who says I didn’t?”
***
The next day, we went to Bella’s apartment before the flight so she could get ready. It was pretty unbelievable that I’d picked her up only twenty-four hours ago to go bike riding. It felt more like a year had passed, at least in terms of our relationship. Maybe that’s the way it was when you were friends with a woman before becoming more. I wouldn’t know, since that wasn’t how it had worked for me in the past. But I liked it. It was like we were already close, so adding the sex part only brought us closer.
Bella opened the door to her bathroom and exited wearing a skimpy robe, her hair wet and slicked back from the shower. She had on a different pair of glasses than normal—tortoise shell, rather than matte black. She looked like a walking wet dream.
“Those new?”
She looked down at her robe. “This?”
I pointed to her face. “The glasses. I like ’em.”
“No, they’re not new. But my regular ones were extra crooked today. I didn’t want to get teased, so I changed them.”
I stood. “I really want to fuck you with those on.”
Bella held out her hand. “Stay right where you are, Knox. You’ve already only left me forty-five minutes to get ready, and I had to spend fifteen of those scrubbing sticky maple syrup from my body after this morning.”