Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Ahhhh!” the brunette screams again, her body almost exploding with pleasure. “Ohhhh, Stone!”
“That’s more like it,” I growl through rough pumps. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”
But the brunette is too far gone to hear, twisting and thrashing. My dick is embedded in her ass, the cucumber discarded beside us as we heave and jerk, our fluids mixing. The sperm and pussy nectar are so copious, so abundant, that the sheets are soaked through. We’ll have to do another load of laundry again.
But that’s one of the perks of being rich. There are people to do the cleaning for you, and I want Evie’s body every hour of every day, laundry be damned. So I go for it. After it’s over, I tease her, my fingers trailing down her cheek lightly with my dick still stuck up her ass.
“Baby, was it good for you?” I pant, smiling as my hand absentmindedly sweeps over her pussy.
Evie moans and stretches languorously, and the contact is electric, even after an hour of mind-blowing sex. Because, of course, it wasn’t accidental. I never touch Evie’s pussy accidentally; it’s always purposeful, with a thought to what my best girl wants, what she craves.
“Stone,” she murmurs throatily, looking up at me with a sweet smile. “You know it’s always amazing.”
I growl low in my throat because that’s the truth of it. It’s always good between us. My girl and I are connected physically and emotionally on a level I’ve never experienced before. After all, I’d swept into her life and changed it forever. Sure, I’d taken her virginity as a high school student, but we are so much more now. Evie had moved in with me almost immediately, moved right into my bedroom in the big house.
She’d protested at first. “I’m not sure,” the brunette had stammered, her face coloring. “You just got back,” she’d added pointedly.
But I was having none of it and drew her close, my hands on her ass, those luscious curves bouncy and fleshy beneath my palms.
“Either you move in here, or I move into your dorm room,” I’d growled, looking deep into her eyes.
And she’d giggled then, swatting at my arm lightly.
“Oh, Stone, you know you can’t live in the dorms. My room is so small. Besides, I have a roommate,” she’d added meaningfully.
But I didn’t give a fuck.
“Who cares?” I’d tossed out, my eyes possessive and my hands cupping those sweet ass cheeks. “Your roommate can watch us have sex, watch you come hard on my dick again and again. That’s fine by me.”
And Evie had given in then, giggling and moving her stuff into my bedroom that very weekend. Because I need to be in her at least twice a day, if not three or four times, and fuck, if I had to move back into the dorms to get that, then so be it.
But first, I’d needed to clarify something. Holding her shoulders, I’d stared deeply into her eyes.
“We’re a couple now,” I had pronounced firmly. “You sleep in my bed, in my house, and there are no other men, ever,” I’d growled threateningly.
Not at all intimidated, Evie had just giggled.
“Why, Mr. Phillips, I had no idea you were so possessive,” she cooed. “Can I bring a male friend around now and then … you know, for a study session?”
At that, my face had darkened and my brows had lowered.
“Fuck!” I’d yelled, my fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t have any male friends; you don’t have any male teachers or male anything!”
At that, Evie had acted really amused. “Not even my friend, Chip?” she’d teased.
I had exploded at that stupid name. “That Chip dipshit doesn’t get near you after this,” I raged. I was so angry thinking that another man had touched my beautiful brunette during our year apart that I could hardly swallow. My chest was tight, and my lungs were barely inflating. And Evie still wanted to hang out with him? Even if it was platonic, I had been devastated all the same.
But Evie had taken pity on me just then, placing her hand in mine.
“Oh Stone,” she’d commented, her voice gentle, as if reading my mind. “Chip never touched me. We weren’t dating; we’ve never dated. It was always you. It has always only ever been you,” she’d clarified.
All of the air had whooshed out of my body as the world had suddenly opened with possibilities.
“What are you saying?” I’d asked, barely daring to breathe. Oh god, it shouldn’t have mattered. She’d had every right after all, but still, if it were true…
Evie had just nodded.
“Yes, Stone,” she’d smiled at me reassuringly. “No one’s ever touched me but you. Chip was just a distraction, a friend, a nobody really. It’s always been you, Mr. Phillips.”
I had kissed her then, imbuing the contact with my adoration for the girl, how much I treasured her and how much it meant to me that I was the only man who’d ever touched her. No one else had felt that wetly creaming puss or savored her ass. Her body pulsed and trembled only for me.