Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
She didn’t seem to care, though.
Her cries of pleasure were sent directly into my ear as I slowly filled her up.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, and the band of my underwear was now currently cutting off circulation to my balls.
But I couldn’t focus on anything else but the way she was making me feel.
The way she felt so tight and hot surrounding my cock. The way her back felt like silk against my chest. The way my pubic bone ground down into her fleshy, supple ass.
I growled and ran my lips along the length of her shoulder, pressing kisses here and there until she gasped and started to tighten even further around me.
Then her scream filled the air, letting me know that she’d come.
Though the way she tightened? That would’ve been a dead giveaway. I’d never, not ever in my life, felt anything so fantastic.
Unable to stop myself, I followed in her wake, shooting hot spurts of cum into the depths of her pussy.
When my body finally stilled inside and on top of hers, the only thing that could be heard in the room was our labored breathing.
“I think,” she whispered. “I might be able to go to sleep now.”
I rolled us off the bed, keeping her tightly clutched to me, as I pulled her in the direction of the bathroom.
Only once we were on top of the tiled floor did I pull out.
She hissed at the feel of my cock leaving her, and I couldn’t stop myself from palming her pussy, feeling the rush of my release as it fell free of her depths.
The bad thing was, not once did I care to even consider the consequences of our actions.
All I could think about was how fucking hot it was that she was dripping with me.
“Messy,” she admitted as she pulled away.
I caught her by the hip, spun her around, and pressed up against her again.
She gasped, her back moving until it was pressed against the shower door.
“You’re going to kill me,” she informed me when I finally pulled away.
I placed one last kiss onto the tip of her nose before I pulled away completely and walked to the sink to wash my hands.
I heard her sit on the toilet and reach for the toilet paper, and I dried my cock off with a towel after drying my hands.
It was only after I was finished that I realized that she hadn’t been snoring.
Hadn’t been for the entire night, actually. She hadn’t been asleep at all.
No wonder when I pushed my cock inside of her, it’d slid all the way home without a single hitch in the glide.
• • •
Hours later, there was a weird sort of anticipation that was practically palpable between us.
I was very much aware of where she was, and what she was doing, how her body was situated and what she was looking at.
I was also very much in need of something that only she could give me.
Yet, I wasn’t sure if I should ask for it.
My cock was just as hard now as it was the night before, and I wanted her.
Badly.
So bad, in fact, that every time I tried to focus on the television with the movie playing that she was watching—Hallmark again—I couldn’t quite concentrate.
Hell, the only saving grace I had was the fact that it was a Hallmark movie, and despite having missed half of it, I knew the formula of what was about to happen without giving it too much of my attention.
Absently, I looked out the window beside the bed and blinked at what I saw.
I looked away, then looked back just to make sure that what I was seeing was actually there.
“Umm,” I said as I twisted my body off the bed and stared in curiosity at the lake that our room overlooked. “I think that belongs to you, and not to me.”
Carolina glanced over from where she was hanging lights around the room, and her mouth fell open.
“Those are my brothers.” She sounded amused. “How do you think they got those in there?”
My sentiments exactly.
She slowly walked toward the balcony door to peer out.
I followed shortly, my eyes taking in everything there was to take in.
The day was beautiful.
In fact, I couldn’t have ever asked for something nicer.
The sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and normally on a day like today, I would’ve been outside enjoying it.
Only, I couldn’t do that due to our circumstances.
The men outside, Carolina’s brothers, didn’t have the same problem.
They were holding up what looked like a boombox, a battery-powered Christmas tree, and they were singing at the top of their lungs.
Oh, and they were on jet skis.
I glanced around the lake, not able to see all of the sides, and assumed that wherever they got it in, it was likely not on any of the banks that we could see.