Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
She grabbed my hair and held on for dear life as her hips started to move up and down in agitation.
“Do I make you hot?” I asked her, rubbing my lips along her nipple.
“You know you do,” she breathed, her hands moving from my hair to run along my neck and shoulders.
Then, with a movement so sudden, I found her out from under me as she ripped her shorts off her legs.
“Get naked!” She ordered as I watched her in surprise.
I smiled as I followed the little queen’s orders.
Her panties followed her shorts, and I was left with a very enticing, naked Lenore.
Her pubic hair matched her hair, and paired up with her porcelain white skin, I was left salivating.
The light in the store earlier hadn’t been enough to let me see all of her, and this was my first time seeing her from the front without clothes on with the lights blazing…and I liked it.
“You really are a Queen Bee, aren’t you?” I asked her teasingly.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “And don’t you forget it.”
I placed my gun on the bedside table before I let my pants drop to the floor.
Stepping out of my boots one by one, I held my hands out to her.
“Now what, my Queen?” I lifted my eyebrows at her.
She smiled and patted the bed.
The movement let her breasts hang, and the dusky points of her nipples rasped against her arm as she leaned forward to rip the comforter on the bed.
“What was that for?” I asked as I let my body fall to the bed.
“Well,” she said, “you said you don’t have a condom…and all the other things I can think of doing are kind of… messy,” she said as she climbed onto the bed between my legs.
That was true.
Then, without further ado, she swallowed my stiff cock.
Whole.
“Jesus,” I growled, arching my back without conscious thought. “Warn me next time you go swallowing me to the root.”
She giggled as she started to work herself down my length, sucking, licking, and flicking as she went.
“God,” I groaned, throwing my hand out on the bed to clutch the sheets underneath me.
Instead of sheet, I found the braid of her hair, and grasped it tightly.
My erection was about three seconds from exploding when I roughly yanked her off my cock by pulling her hair, causing her to laugh.
“That’s not what that is for,” she teased.
Her lips were puffy and red from her ministrations, and I did the only thing I could at that moment in time.
I pulled her on top of me and took her mouth with mine once again.
She straddled my hips with her thighs, and started to undulate on my erection.
My previously blocked orgasm started to creep back up, but the way Lenore started to frantically rub her clit against my hard cock meant I wouldn’t have to hold out much longer.
Keeping her lips against mine with my hand in her hair, I let my free hand sneak down her back, curve over her beautiful ass, to finally stop at the entrance of her pussy.
It wasn’t long before she was trying to go both ways, to urge my fingers into her tight sheath as well as work her clit against my cock, making me smile as I finally sank three fingers inside of her.
She moaned into my mouth and I picked up the pace, letting her pussy lips frame my cock as we moved together.
She yanked her lips away from mine with a gasp and screamed.
Her nipples pebbled impossibly harder, and a red blush started from her chest and moved up her shoulders to her face.
I watched her explode, and only when she was finished and collapsed on my chest did I start to come.
I used the pressure of the two of our bodies pushed together to pump my release out of my cock.
Grunting with each spurt, I coated our lower bodies with my release, and I found it oddly satisfying to know she was covered in me.
“Who said we’d need a condom anyway,” Lenore said sluggishly, exhaustion hanging heavily in her voice.
I chuckled and hugged her tighter to me, relishing in the comforting weight of her body on top of mine.
I hated that, in just a few short hours, I’d have to let her go for God only knew how long.
Chapter 13
What’s worse than a man that wants his woman? A woman that wants her man.
-Note to self
Lenore
I don’t know what I expected when it came to ‘avoiding’ Griffin Storm.
What I hadn’t expected, though, was to see him everywhere I turned.
It was like he hadn’t left me at all. He was everywhere.
I saw him at the supermarket.
I saw him at the store when he came for batteries.
I saw him at the diner.
I saw him out of town at the hospital when I went for my checkup.
Sighing, I laid my head back against the soft cushion of my couch.
Old re-runs of Roseanne were playing on the TV on TBS, something I found out just lately.
Well, the last three days, to be specific.
It was a special kind of torture to say the least.
Especially with that last night we’d spent together.
The entire night.
We’d gone until the sun had peeked out over the horizon, and only then did he have Alison take me home.
Alison had wisely gone to sleep in hers and Peek’s room.
Something I hadn’t noticed since Griffin had brought me to his room and hadn’t let me up for air until I could see him clearly in the rising sun.
Now here I sat, three days after I’d seen him last, and I was already thinking this was going to be impossible.
Really impossible.
Because my body yearned for his.
I wanted to talk to him.
To tell him about my day.
My phone rang about thirty minutes later when the rolling credits on the last Roseanne they would play for the day flashed over the screen.
“Hello?” I answered breathlessly.
I didn’t know why I was holding out hope for it to be Griffin.
He’d flat out said he wouldn’t be calling me.
Even on a burner phone. Apparently those could be traced, too.