Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I’m coming,” I say and unlock the door and swing it open, not expecting to see him.
“Morning, beautiful,” he says, holding a bouquet of roses in his hands, but I don’t even care as I just fall into his arms. He barely has time to drop the roses before I launch myself. I wrap my legs around his waist and bury my face in his neck. I am pretty sure I’m choking him, but I don’t care. He’s here in front of me, and he is holding me in his arms, so nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to get me out of them. He walks into the house and closes the door behind him.
“Sweetheart,” he says softly. “I’m going to need your lips.” I lean back in his arms with my legs locked at the ankles. He has one hand under my ass and the other wrapped around my waist holding the flowers. “There she is,” he says to me, his smile so big his eyes are crinkling on the side. “I missed you so much,” he says, and I can’t talk because I have a huge lump in my throat, and I know if I say anything, I’ll probably sob ’cause I’m so happy. I put my forehead on his and my hands on his cheeks, his scruff longer than the last time. I lean in slowly and kiss his lips softly, so soft it’s almost like it wasn’t there. He turns to put the roses on the front end table. “Where do you want to do this?” he asks me.
“In my bed,” I tell him. “Up the stairs.” He walks up the stairs, and I finally get off him but not before my hands are going nuts at his shirt, ripping it over his head.
“When did you get here?” I ask him, and he doesn’t answer. The only thing he does is take my face in his hand and kiss me. He kisses the shit out of me. The past three weeks catch up to me, and I don’t stop kissing him until I can’t breathe anymore. I don’t stop until I am panting, and I’m in heaven.
“I only have a couple of hours before I have to be at the rink,” he says to me between kissing my lips and then my neck and then his hand goes under his shirt to cup my tits that have been achy ever since I launched myself at him.
“I missed you so much,” he says, taking a nipple in his mouth, and I swear I almost come. I’m that much on edge. My hand flies to the belt on his jeans, and before we even know what’s going on, I’m on my knees, and I have his cock deep in my throat. Both of us groaning, I don’t stop, I can’t stop, and he comes down my throat with a roar.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Evan
Nothing was going to keep me from her. I arrived last night at one a.m., but I didn’t want her waiting up for me. The night just didn’t go by fast enough, and finally, at six a.m., I got out of bed and headed to her house. I have to be at the rink at ten, so I technically only have two hours with her, but it’s better than nothing. When she opened the door and saw it was me, she threw herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and making my cock go hard right away.
I watch her on her knees in front of me, my eyes finally focusing after coming in her mouth. I pick her up and literally throw her on the bed. I don’t even wait for her to land before my mouth is on her pussy. Ripping her panties off, I add another set to my owe pile. Her sweetness hits me right away, but then her legs wrap around my head, and her hand flies to my head. My girl wants it so badly, she lifts her hips and rides my face, coming in record time, but I’m not ready to stop yet, so I tongue fuck her again. I add another finger, and I know it’s only a matter of time until she comes again. I finger her so hard I’m afraid to bruise her, but she meets my thrusts. I go to her clit and bite down on it, then suck it back into my mouth, and she comes again.
“I can’t,” she whispers. Her clit is sensitive to my touch, so I climb over her, and I kiss her, and she takes it. She doesn’t give a shit that she just came in my mouth and my tongue tastes like her; she just kisses me. My cock is so close to slipping in her, I have to take a step back, and I fall to the side of her.