Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
But that thought was fleeting, because he then started to fuck me.
Hard.
There was no soft, middle ground with a man like Tyler.
He was hard, unrelenting and unyielding.
He fucked me with the same exact determination that extended to everything he did as a person. Why would I think that sex with him would be any different?
The slap of our flesh had my eyes closing and soon all I could do was experience this moment.
Feel how he made my body hum as he skillfully pushed into me. Feel how my ass stung with each of his bruising thrusts. Feel how, when he swung his hips toward me, his balls slapped against my most sensitive of flesh.
He didn’t have to move his hands from my hips at all. Didn’t have to thrum my clit like I would have to do even if something wasn’t inside of me to make me come.
Nope. All he had to do was fuck me—something he did expertly I might add—and I was there.
It was a flash of a moment, between one second and the next and I was coming.
My pussy was clamping down on him and I felt like everything in my world tilted on its axis.
Nothing felt as good as he felt inside of me.
Nothing.
I felt him growl more than I heard it and then he was pulling out of my still clenching pussy to come all over my back.
I felt the hot splashes of his release hit somewhere between my shoulder blades and knew that had I not been wearing a ponytail, it would’ve been in my hair.
“I’m on the pill,” I managed to breathe.
Before his next spurt of cum could hit the skin of my back, he was shoving his way back inside of me and finishing off where he belonged.
And I couldn’t help but wish every single drop would’ve been planted there—even if only for me to feel his essence inside of me.
***
The next morning, I’d expected more of the same. Only, when I woke up, he was gone.
Guess he took my words from the night before to heart.
Couldn’t say that I blamed him.
***
Tyler
I’d intended to wake her up and ravish her body all over again, but one glance at the photo on the nightstand and I just couldn’t do it.
Not with her father’s face there, judging me.
Getting up, I walked out of her room, got dressed and walked out her door.
After ensuring that it was locked, I got into my cruiser and didn’t once look back.
Chapter 7
As for me and my house, we will serve tacos.
-Wall hanging
Tyler
I knew she was there.
What I didn’t know was why she was there.
I watched her for twenty minutes or so unloading bag after bag of mulch. Then she started on flowers.
It was only when she started taking out the shovels that I got up and walked outside.
I found her on her hands and knees, tugging weeds out with her bare hands.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to sound as unwelcoming as I could possibly make my voice sound. Even if I was feeling satisfaction that she was actually here, even though I shouldn’t be.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
I’d been serious when I said that what we did could only be the one time, even though I couldn’t stop replaying the sequence of events in my mind.
Usually me saying what I said would mean that she’d leave me alone.
Apparently, I was going to have to get meaner.
“I’m putting in a flower bed,” she answered like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
I blinked. “At my house? Go put a flower bed in at your house.”
She stood up and grabbed the shovel closest to her, then started digging up my grass.
If I’d been more on my game—and hadn’t been watching her ass and thighs while remembering what they looked like when I had been pounding away inside of her—I might’ve been able to tell her to stop before she’d completely massacred my lawn.
Instead, I was riveted in place, watching those ass muscles flex with each movement as she stepped down on the shovel. It was only when two huge hunks of grass were gone that I finally snapped out of it.
“Stop,” I ordered.
Too late, way too late.
She smiled at me. “Don’t worry. I don’t want your reimbursement.”
I snorted. “You weren’t going to get that anyway. I didn’t ask you to come here and I didn’t ask you to do that.”
I hadn’t. I’d made sure of it, even though I had wanted to call her, to stop by, to stay in her bed all day, every day.
She rolled her eyes. “I need this for my thesis. I can’t do it at my place because I don’t own it. I won’t do it at Janie’s because I’ll have to talk to her every time I go over there and I don’t want to. I’ll literally only be coming over here to do this. I won’t talk to you. You don’t have to worry that I’ll strip you down and climb on your peenie weenie again. All you have to do is let me come over here to do my thing, leave me alone while I’m doing it and don’t bitch when I leave the sprinklers on a little too long. M’kay?”