Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Absolutely,” she answered. “But first, I need a shower, you need to pour me coffee, and also get me off your table or you’re gonna have a cum stain on your felt.”
They would own that table until he died and he would never forget fucking his woman for the first time on it.
But he had the memory.
He didn’t need a physical reminder.
So he lifted her up and she held on with all four limbs as he hitched up his jeans.
Keeping her where she was, he walked her to the bathroom.
He dropped her feet to the tile, took her head in his hands on either side and bent to touch his mouth to hers.
When he was done, he said, “Be back with your joe.”
He did another mouth touch, let her go, turned away, but she caught him by the back waistband of his jeans.
He looked to her.
“Hurry, I need a sip in before we shower.”
We.
Excellent.
“On it, sweetheart.”
She smiled at him.
Then in a tank, no panties, she turned to the extra sink that had been free and mostly unused since he bought the place, and reached for the toothbrush she left behind the first time she spent the night.
She had some redness at her throat where he’d gripped her and a hickey on the side of her neck.
The marks he’d left made his cock jump in his jeans.
“Hurry.”
His gaze went from her neck to her eyes in the mirror.
Hers were on him.
Okay, maybe the second-best ride she was going to get that day would happen in the shower.
She shoved the toothbrush in her mouth.
He moved out of the room to pour them coffee.
And he didn’t fuck around in doing it.
* * * *
Archie was curled up in his lap on her couch.
She had on a short, pale yellow silk robe that was tied at the waist, but now gaping open.
She’d put it on to make them a plate of crackers and cheese.
The crackers and cheese were gone.
Now she was squirming as she let him play with her.
He’d been taking his time with his hand between her legs for the last half hour, at least.
So she was soaked.
And his dick was throbbing, so he was done playing.
“Climb on,” he growled.
She didn’t hesitate.
She shifted to straddle him, took control of his dick, got in position then ground down on it.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his head falling back to the couch.
She caught his neck in both hands and rode him.
He lifted his head, went in, and sucked her nipple in his mouth.
She made a low noise and went faster.
He switched nipples but cupped her free breast and pinched the slick bud in rhythm with her bounces.
He held the pinch and rolled as he popped her nipple out of his mouth, tipped his head back and ordered, “Faster.”
“Baby,” she whispered, but didn’t adjust speed.
He spanked her ass.
She went faster.
Jag slid a hand up her spine, into her hair, pulling it back, arching her in front of him.
Her pussy clamped hard simultaneously with her gasp.
Jag’s balls drew up.
Her tits bounced, nipples dark and peaked.
He looked down and saw his cock swallowed again and again by her trimmed bush.
Fuck.
Hot.
Too hot.
Her work was done.
He surged up, filling her, twisted, fell down with her on her back on the couch, and he took over.
She wrapped her legs around his thighs, grabbed his ass, and slid her finger to the first knuckle inside him.
Fuck.
Hot.
He grunted, reached between them and pinched her clit.
That did it.
She cried out and blew.
Then he blew, bucking deep and spewing a big load even if it was the fifth time he’d come that day, the third time that evening.
He came down and rode her gentle.
She circled her finger slowly inside him and tongued the skin of his neck and ear as she did, and when he pulled out, she did too.
He rolled so his back was to the back of the couch.
She kissed his collarbone, raked her teeth over his nipple, and slid off the couch.
He watched the silk of her robe dance along her round ass as she walked to her bathroom.
Jag repositioned to lying on his back and raked his fingers in his hair from his forehead back.
And he kept them there.
He stayed that way even after Archie came back and stretched out on top of him.
“Seems fucking you produces unending amounts of my jizz.”
Her body rocked with her laughter.
He shoved a hand between them until he found the tie on her robe. He tugged it then pushed the fabric aside so they were full-length skin against skin and his hands had unfettered access to the rest of her.
Then he took advantage of that unfettered access.
“So we did Vail today, you wanna do Estes Park next weekend?” he asked.
“Can we ride up Saturday and spend the night somewhere?” she asked back.
“Does it have to be in a yurt?”