Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
I flop, a limp heap of glistening limbs and he climbs up my body, inserting himself into me as he goes.
“We good?” he asks, scanning my face with those gorgeous eyes of his.
“We’re good,” I answer, rolling him over and taking control.
I push up and down, losing myself in a way I would have been too ashamed to lose myself three months ago when this started between us. My hips rocks, my breasts bounce and my breath comes out in ragged pants.
“You took your pill right?” he asks through gritted teeth. He always checks which I’m glad of because I don’t want to forget and do something stupid like get pregnant. Felicia thankfully helped me procure said contraception so that Mee-maw wouldn’t find out. Kane pays for it despite me saying it’s fine. He said, “You’re the one taking the fucking thing so I don’t knock you up, the least I can do is pay for it.”
Kane Jessop, for all his faults, is a considerate guy.
“Of course. First thing I took this morning.”
“Good.” He grabs my hips and starts driving up into me from below. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine is so erotic and his moans only adds to that. I feel him swell and usually that feeling always gets me off. This time is no different. He comes, burying himself deep inside while he fills me with his seed, and I follow straight after, placing his hands on my breasts to make it last a bit longer. “You’ve got such great tits, Immy.”
“Why thank you,” I reply, smiling down at him as he rolls them with his hands. He always seems to get lost in a private moment when it comes to my breasts, always seems to just lose himself as though they have hypnotized him. But then I’m the same when it comes to his penis.
I climb off him after a moment, glaring at him over my shoulder when he smacks my bare ass way too hard. I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting, I just grab a towel and make my way to the shower where he joins me because, as he says, “Any moment where you’re naked and my hands ain’t on you, is a moment wasted.”
That’s when I realized Kane knows all the right shit to say to stay in my panties for as long as he needs.
I of course encourage his good behavior with the occasional BJ here and there, usually in places people should not be giving BJs. Like last week was in the staffroom at my workplace. I put butterscotch syrup all over his dick and licked it off. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Now, whenever we have ice-cream or hear the ice-cream truck that rides through town, he gives me this look that sends a tingle to my belly.
I head home, because it’s Saturday afternoon and Mee-maw is making a dinner for Matthew and me. Poppy is joining us too. Mee-maw has been in foul spirits lately, so this is a surprise. She’s so good to everyone else but when it comes to me and Matthew she often reminds us that Satan has our souls now and if we don’t repent soon it will be too late.
Kane follows in his red challenger, a car that catches just as much attention as he does. And to say he catches attention would be an understatement.
“You can never wait for me can you?” he asks, winding down the window and trailing alongside me.
“You always make me late.” I yank open the door and climb in, grinning at him. “Thanks for the ride.”
“You only need ask.”
“Yeah right, like I’ll ever ask you for anything.”
“Why not?” He looks mildly offended. “You ask me to eat your pussy all the time.”
“One.” I tick off a finger with another finger. “That’s totally different and two, asking you for anything would mean admitting I need you for stuff other than orgasms.”
“And that’s a problem because…” His words trail off and he turns to look at me, fully facing me now.
“Because I don’t need you. I’m an independent woman.”
He throws his head back and laughs like I’m hilarious. I don’t see what’s so funny.
I scowl at him, pursing my lips petulantly.
“Oh come on, babe…” I love it when he calls me babe, but I’ll never admit it. “Let go of this feminist society shit. You can rely on your boyfriend and still be, a strong and independent woman.” His voice becomes a mocking tone at the end and I hate him.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’ll always make fun of you,” he answers proudly with a grin that’s entirely too handsome.
I push his long hair back behind his ear and lean over the seat to kiss him.
“Do you still hate me like you used to?” I ask against his lips.