Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
She was soaked.
“It feels like you need to change your panties,” I said roughly, working my fingers up and down her sex, thoroughly coating each digit in her wetness before I shoved three fingers deep inside her.
She arched into the touch, grinding her ass back against me with jerky movements.
The heel of my palm rasped against her distended clit, making her hips move in a rhythm as she rode my hand.
Forward, back. Forward, back.
My other hand slipped up inside the bodice of her dress, heading straight for her nipples.
Once found, I rolled the buds in between my two fingers, gently tugging on the ring every once in a while, causing her to gasp.
My own nipples were responding to the stimulation of me rubbing against her back.
It was all an erotic sort of loop. I thrust my fingers inside her, she pushed back against my cock. She gasped when I rolled and pinched her nipples, my nipples rubbed against her shoulder blades.
We continued like that for long moments before I just couldn’t take it any longer, and ripped my hand out of her panties.
She groaned in disappointment, but I cheered her right back up again when I lowered the zipper of my jeans, wrangled my cock out of the hole, and lifted her dress up past her waist.
Tilting her hips back where I wanted them, I lined my cock up with her entrance and slowly eased inside, one slow inch at a time.
“Fuuuck,” I growled when I was only halfway in.
She was already clenching and unclenching around me, her pussy rippling in an impending orgasm.
Knowing she was close and that I wouldn’t last long past her release, I shoved forward, impaling her on my length.
She squeaked.
I covered her mouth.
The door opened.
The lights turned on.
My eyes closed.
Her pussy exploded.
My hips slammed into hers.
And we both came.
Me more quietly than her.
A man started using the urinal at the front of the bathroom, but I was too busy pouring my release into Tasha’s hot wet pussy to care.
My hand tightened minutely on her mouth when she gasped at the feel of my come spurting inside her, and she sagged in my arms.
Once I’d poured all of my release into her, I removed my hand from her mouth and encircled her with my arms.
One underneath her breast, and the other over the top.
The urinal flushed. The sink turned on, and the door opened and closed, leaving us once again in silence.
“What is it with you and handicapped bathroom stalls?” She whispered.
I grinned and pulled out of her.
She squeaked and darted her hand to catch the remnants of my release, causing me to laugh darkly.
“It’s futile,” I said. “Might work better if you just rubbed it into your skin.”
She gave me an incredulous look over her shoulder, and I stepped back with my hands up.
“Hand me some of that toilet paper,” she ordered, pointing to the dispenser.
I handed her the toilet paper and said, “I’m going to go outside. I’ll stop anyone that tries to come in, though. Okay?”
She nodded and started to clean herself, making my smile widen.
Then I took a seat…and waited. For a long time.
Twenty long minutes later, Tasha finally made her way out of the bathroom.
My eyes lit on the way she was walking, well waddling, and I grinned.
Standing, I held out my arm for her to take.
She did, and we walked in silence outside.
“A date with Freya?” Ridley asked with deceptive calm.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. Taking Tasha’s hand, I led her over to the bike. “Let me go talk to him, or he’ll keep bothering the piss out of me until I do, and I’ll never get you under me at that rate.”
Tasha blushed and covered her mouth with her hand as she mounted the bike, then placed her helmet on. “Got it. Go. Talk…fast.”
I grinned and then jogged over to where Ridley was standing just inside the shadows cast by the streetlight above our heads.
“You never told me you had dinner with my woman,” Ridley said accusingly.
My brows rose at his use of ‘my woman.’
“Your ‘woman,’” I drawled, “was on the side of the road crying. I picked her up on my bike, called in a tow and took her to grab a bite to eat. It was an hour and a half tops, and she asked me not to tell you.”
Ridley’s eyes narrowed.
“Since when do you choose a woman over your brother?” Ridley asked through clenched teeth.
I shrugged.
“She asked me not to. It was innocent. And you never stop talking about your dead wife. How was I to know that she’s ‘your woman’?” I asked honestly.
Ridley lifted his lip in a silent snarl.
“Next time I will,” I held up my hands.
And I would.
If he wanted to know every detail there was to know about the woman, I’d give it to him.