Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
The water falls onto my back as her tongue goes into my mouth. My hand goes to her ass, rubbing it and squeezing it. I turn her around and wash her back, my cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. I turn her back around and slip my hand between her legs. It goes all the way up to her ass, the slipperiness of the soap making me slip a finger inside.
“Hmm,” she groans as my hand grabs her ass with one hand while the other hand goes in again and slips inside. “Miller,” she says my name as my finger then slips into her pussy and comes back out to wash her all the way up to her clit.
“Fuck,” she says. I look into her eyes and see her eyes looking down at my cock. Her hand comes out to fist my cock, and I turn to push her against the tiled wall. She lifts her foot to rest on the bench.
“Make me come,” she says as my forehead rests on hers. “Let’s make each other come,” she says, her hands moving up and down my cock. My two fingers are now finger fucking her as the water cascades around my shoulders. I take my hand out and move it over her clit back and forth.
“More,” she says. “Faster.” Our hands now move in unison as she jerks me off, and I finger fuck her. I look into her eyes when I know I’m about to come, and she can feel it. “I’m going to come.”
“Me, too,” I pant out and come all over her hand while she comes on mine. My lips fall onto hers, and when she lets go of my cock, she puts her foot down, making my fingers slip out of her.
She grabs the condom in her hand, tearing the corner off. “You need to clean inside me.” She winks, getting on her knees in front of me. “But first, let me clean you with my mouth.”
Chapter 27
Layla
My eyes flicker open when I hear a pot bang, but then they fall back closed. I turn from my right side to my left side, and my whole body screams at me. I feel like I went through a marathon but not just any marathon. The marathon the Navy SEALs do when they throw them in the water at night, and they have to swim to survive. I stretch my arms over my head, and my arms and legs scream at me.
I blink my eyes open again when the smell of coffee fills the room, and I see the bed empty beside me. I prop myself up on one arm, looking around the room to see if he’s here and listening to hear if he’s maybe in the bathroom. I see the candles that took us forty-five minutes to blow out. Every time I would bend over, he would slide his cock in me, teasing me. By the end, I pushed him on one of the velour couches and fucked him until we both were sweaty. Which then meant we had to take another shower.
Getting up now, I put one foot on the floor and look over at the empty condom wrappers on the nightstand. My vagina aches as I walk. “He was not kidding,” I tell myself while I gather them all in my hand, counting seven of them as I walk to the bathroom. I literally feel him still inside me. “How?” I toss the wrappers in the garbage where I see another four. Twelve, I count. “No wonder my vagina feels raw,” I say, washing my face and then using the bathroom.
I look around the room for something to wear, hoping to see a robe hanging in the bathroom. Opening the linen closet, I don’t see anything there, so I walk into his walk-in closet. “Holy shit.” Looking around, I see a room filled with only suits in every color you can have a suit made. I walk into the second closet and see a whole wall of jeans and then sweaters and another full of shoes. Looking at the other side, I see T-shirts hanging up. “Who hangs up T-shirts?” I ask myself as I grab one to slip on. It falls to the middle of my thigh, and my nipples are sensitive to the cotton of the shirt. I lift the shirt up to inspect them to see them red with little dots all over them from his scruff. I don’t know why, but it makes me smile like a fool. I take a second to check out the rest of my body. The same little dots are all over my thighs, and some are on my hips.
I make my way to the kitchen, tying my hair on top of my head, and even that hurts. It could have been when he yanked my head back while plowing into me. Remembering that sends a shiver down my spine.