Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I dig my head back into the soft covers and recite multiplication tables in my mind, attempting to hold off my orgasm while she explores my dick. When she runs her tongue up the front of my cock, a shiver runs through my entire body.
“Suck it.” I can’t wait any longer.
She glances up and stares into my eyes with a raised eyebrow. “Be patient and let me check things out.”
She squeaks adorably when I smack her gorgeous ass. “You can check things out later. Right now, I want you to suck my cock between those perfect goddamn lips.”
“If you insist.” She winks at me and follows my orders. I dig my heels into the bed as her soft lips part for my cock. When she runs her tongue lightly over the head, I stare at the ceiling, enjoying my little treat’s efforts.
As the urge to come becomes insistent, I pull back. “Hey,” she grumbles. “Why are you stopping me?”
I lay her back on the bed and lean over to smile at her. “Because I’m not wasting any of my little swimmers until I’ve knocked your sweet ass up.”
“Oh.” She blinks up at me as I kiss my way across her collarbone and down her luscious body. When I spread her legs and slide my tongue deep inside her wet pussy, she digs her fingers into the back of my head and tugs me closer.
After running my tongue around her tight opening, I suck her clit between my lips and bite down gently. When I slide a finger into her pussy, her silky walls clamp down around my digit, causing my cock to grow impatient.
I spread her pussy lips wide open and slide my tongue deep while her inner muscles flutter. When I press my finger against her tight little clit, she orgasms, screaming my name.
While the tremors run through her curvy frame, I kiss my way back up her luscious body. I stop along the way to give each of her tits a little attention before lining my cock up with her tight opening.
“Please,” she begs as I cover her lips with mine.
“I fucking love you,” I pull my mouth away from hers and mutter against her soft lips.
She digs her sharp fingernails into my shoulders. “Show me how much…ahh…”
I press deep with one thrust, cutting off the rest of her sentence. I really intend to take things slowly and enjoy every second of being deep inside her sweet pussy, but my little treat has other ideas.
She wraps her leg around my waist and lifts her hips, forcing my dick deeper. I circle my hips, picking up speed while her intimate muscles strangle the fuck out of my cock. Sweat breaks out on my face, and I lose track of time as I make love to my little treat.
When a climax starts tingling at the base of my spine, I reach between us to press on her tight little clit. My eyes roll back in my head as I come deep in her sweet pussy.
“I love you so goddamn much,” I growl against her soft neck when I’m able to catch my breath. “You stole my heart the second you made fun of my name in the Trick or Treat stockroom.”
I roll over and pull her close. “I love you, too.” She sighs, snuggling into my embrace. I reach over to turn off the light and she whispers, “I hope it’s okay for me to spend the night.”
“I don’t ever plan on letting you spend the night anywhere else again.”
At some point during the night, Angus decides he doesn’t like sleeping alone and crawls up in bed with us. When I wake up clinging to one side of the bed while Romi clings to the other side, I realize we’re going to have to find a way to convince my spoiled pooch to sleep in his fancy bed in front of the fireplace.
Chapter 12
Romi
I’m sitting in Sullivan’s living room, nestled comfortably in his oversized armchair with one leg draped over the side. The new mystery thriller I’ve been dying to read rests on my lap while Angus snores softly on the floor in front of me.
A soft, golden light spills across the room as the late afternoon sun drifts through the wide bay windows.
But my tranquility is short-lived as my phone rings shrilly, vibrating its way closer across the side table. Glancing at the screen, I see it’s Yvette, my sister. Darn it. I’ve been meaning to call her, but I’ve never found the time. Frustration collides with curiosity as I finger-swipe to answer, pressing it to my ear.
“Hey, Vette,” I greet, trying to figure out how to tell her I’m pretty much living with a man.
“Where are you?” comes her immediate demand, bypassing any pleasantries or casual small talk. Her voice is edged with impatience and a hint of bewilderment.