Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Your fearlessness is rubbing off on your mate.”
“So it is.” She slips out of my grip and turns around, giving me a wicked look. “Yes, I’ll go with you tomorrow. I can give you a hand job in the air-sled on the way there.” And she pulls a chair in front of me and sits on it, her face at the height of my cock. She unbuckles my trou and licks her lips in a blatant fashion. “But that’s for tomorrow. This is for today.”
I groan, because I love when she takes my cock in her mouth and sucks me off. Our height difference is too much for her to kneel in front of me, so she always sits in a chair, and I’m starting to get aroused the moment I hear the scrape of chair legs on the wooden floor. I sink my hand into her mane, and when she closes her lips around the head of my cock and gives me a hungry look, I nearly come at that. “The door is still open.”
She licks me. “Let anyone look. I don’t care.”
My fearless, beautiful mate. How I love her. I’ve never had a moment of doubt since I stepped off the ramp to join her. Perhaps her fearlessness is rubbing off on me after all.
And when she takes me deep into her mouth, I know I wouldn’t change a thing about her or any of this.
Chelsea’s right. Life is meant to be lived, not to be overthought.