Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I look into his eyes as he savagely pounds me into the shaking table. This is not the time for words and whispered nothings. This is raw, powerful need that we can only satisfy together.
His hips slam against my ass, and he grunts, the cords on the sides of his neck standing out as he strains to hold on. “Daniela,” he grits out, on the edge.
“Do it. Give it to me. It’s mine.”
Before I can finish repeating his words back to him, he’s jerking and I feel his heat filling me. Unexpectedly, it sets me off again, and I throw my head to the side, finding Kyle’s wrist where he’s supporting himself. I don’t mean to, but overcome with emotions and sensations, I bite down to keep from screaming as a third and final orgasm has me spasming and shuddering wildly.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” I mutter, sagging.
Kyle’s head is leaned against my calf and he’s smiling happily. “I’d like to say your bark is worse than your bite, but…” he teases. I press a soft kiss to his arm where there are in fact tiny indentions in the red mark I left. But he seems unconcerned. “Handprint, teeth mark, all a small price to pay for getting at this sweet pussy,” Kyle declares, grinding himself deeper in me.
I groan at the delicious feeling, even though his cum is leaking out of me and running down my cheeks to…
“The table!” I shout, pushing at him as it strikes me exactly where we are.
“What about it? It’ll hold you and me both,” Kyle says as I lower my legs and try to move.
I sigh, realizing it’s too late, anyway. “Do you know how much cleaning and disinfecting I’m going to have to do before I can start prepping for the week?”
He flashes me a cocky smirk. “Don’t know, don’t care, totally worth it.”
I can’t help but laugh because he’s right. Still, I swat at him, feigning anger. “Such a guy answer.”
“Would most guys help you clean and prep? Because I will.” He waits a moment and then says, “Never mind, don’t answer that. Don’t think about other guys while you’re still on my dick… or ever. Just me. Kyle. That’s all you need.”
He pats his chest, and I shake my head, grinning.
“Did I mention the toolbox has all your knives, spoons, and spatulas in it?” he teases like that’s the big dangling carrot in this situation and not his considerably sized dick. Or his extra-big heart.
CHAPTER 30
KYLE
Dani lets go of my hand as she steps up to the door, but I take it back, glaring at her. “Together,” I declare.
“I hope you live long enough to have a chance to regret that.”
Her parents can’t be that bad, I think. I mean, they made Dani and she’s great, so surely, they’re not that bad.
As we step inside, I realize I should’ve been more worried.
A man and a woman are sitting at the kitchen table. He looks ready to kill me even though I’m not sure he can get up from his chair. She looks ready to send Dani and me down the aisle, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a priest hiding in the back room.
“Papa, Mama, this is Kyle. Kyle, these are my parents, Eduardo and Flora Becerra.”
I hold my hand out to Mr. Becerra first, and he looks from it to my eyes a couple of times before he takes it. His handshake is weak, but I’m careful to not be too gentle on him because a man like Eduardo Becerra would take offense to that. Mrs. Becerra shakes my hand politely, her eyes dancing from me to Dani with a sparkle.
“Such nice manners, right, Dani?”
Is she… yeah, I think she’s trying to convince Dani to like me. “Thank you, Mrs. Becerra. I’m sure my mother would be thrilled to know her reminders actually worked and I’m not completely feral.”
She smiles, and I think I’m making some headway when the door behind us opens again. Two kids come running in. “Abuelita! Abuelo!” The boy and girl hug their grandparents, and then Xavier and who I’m guessing is his wife come in too.
“Sorry we’re late,” Xavier says, but he stops when he sees me.
I offer a hand. “Good to see you again, Xavier.”
“Oh, uh… you too.” He glances at Dani with a sudden hard set to his jaw. “I’m sorry, what was your name again? Kevin?”
I nearly chuckle at his obvious ploy for dominance. “Kyle,” I correct as he shakes my hand finally.
“Right, Kyle. This is my wife, Mara, and the kids, Sarah and Michael.”
“Nice to meet you, Mara,” I say, inclining my head and then turning to the children, “Sarah, Michael.”
“Are you Tia Dani’s boyfriend?” Sarah questions.
I scrub at my lip with my thumb as I look at Dani because I’m not sure how much she’s told them. She arches a brow, daring me to answer, so I go for it. “Yes, I am.”