Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“I’m yours.” I arch my back and lock my ankles around his back. “Don’t hold back. Show me,” I egg him on.
His arms hold him up beside my shoulders, and he spreads his knees, pulling out of me only to pound back in hard. So hard my legs unhook and fall to his hips. He does it again, over and over, and my hands now hold his arms as I groan.
“I’m almost there,” I say, trying to swallow. He leans down and buries his face in my neck. He fucks me so hard, the only noise in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together, and I want more. “Harder,” I say, and he gets up on one arm and moves one of my legs over his shoulder. With this angle, I swear he’s going to tear me open. “Right there,” I say, and he gets up on his knees, his cock never stopping. Putting his thumb into his mouth, he licks it, and I take turns watching his cock disappear into me and him sucking on his thumb. Then his thumb is moving to my clit, and he rubs it in little circles. “Oh, God,” I say, and I want to grab him by the hips and dig my nails into him and just make him not move.
“Fuck,” he says, “you got to get there.” His thumb moves faster. “Your pussy is choking my cock,” he says. “Fuck, get there,” he says, hissing and I do. I get there at the same time as he pounds into me two more times before he roars out his release.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Justin
“The water is cold,” Caroline says as she sits on me in the bath, my cock still in her. “But I’m too tired to move,” she says, putting her head on my shoulder. When I get up, she tightens her legs around my waist, and I laugh.
“Sweetheart,” I say, getting out of the tub, and the water is slashing everywhere. I grab a white towel and throw it over her and rub my feet on the mat before walking to the bed and seeing her shoes tossed beside the bed next to her torn panties and her dress right in the middle next to the bed. My pants, shoes, and socks are right next to it. I pull her off me and put her on the bed. Little red marks are all over her from the bites I’ve given her along with little dots from my beard between her legs.
“I just need a minute,” she says and rolls to her side. I laugh, walking back into the bathroom and taking off the sixth condom we’ve used in four hours. I grab a pair of boxers and walk back into the room, hearing her soft snores. I check to see it’s only eight thirty, so I grab my phone and call Max.
“If you are calling me at eight thirty, I’m assuming you struck out,” he says, laughing.
“I’m calling to check on Dylan,” I say. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he and Michael are like two peas in a pod. We haven’t heard from them since they came in except when they were starving.” He laughs. “Wait, your sister is pulling my …”
“Why are you calling us?” she hisses. “You don’t take a girl out on a date and then use the phone. That’s rude.”
“We’re home,” I say, and she moans.
“Oh my God, Justin. Do I need to have the whole you need to wine and dine conversation with you?”
“You can please spare me the dating dos and don’ts. You got married at twenty-one.” I laugh and grab a bottle of water. “Can I please talk to Dylan?”
“We’re coming to church,” she says. “Everyone is going to meet at your house at ten, and we can go together.”
“Um …” I say. I’m not sure what to say or how Caroline is going to react. “Okay.”
“Dylan!” I hear Allison yell. “Phone.”
“Hey.” He comes to the phone.
“Hey, buddy,” I say, smiling and suddenly missing him. “Everything okay?” I ask, and he goes on and on about all the games he’s played, and how they did stick handling and scoring on Evan twice. “Okay, if you want to come home tonight, all you have to do is call.”
“See you tomorrow,” he says and hangs up. I pick up my jacket and walk back to the bedroom, and she turns her head when I walk in and then stretches.
“I’m hungry,” she says, and I laugh. “Are you going to feed me?” She looks at me up and down. “Why are you dressed?”
“What do you want to eat?” I ask and walk to the bed and sit beside her. “I can get naked if you like.”
“Yes.” She cranes her head to me, and I kiss her. “But first food.” I laugh and get out of bed, warming up some of the leftovers from yesterday, and she walks into the kitchen wearing my dress shirt. Only one button fastened. We eat side by side on the stool, and when we finish, she gets up to clean.