Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Holding her against me, I pump into her. With each thrust our connection builds as her nails claw the back of my head.
“I feel you so deep,” she mutters, “don’t stop.”
Fuck, I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Feeling my own climax building, I carefully guide us to the wall pressing her against it. My boots still on, jeans at my ankles, my mobility is limited as I pound into her.
Teeth hitting, tongues tangling, I slide my hand between us finding her swollen nub once more. With just a few circles and pressing into it while continuing to pump in and out, she’s shaking around me as her body tenses sucking my cock deeper inside of her as the orgasm takes over her.
“Sugar,” she pants, “that was amazing,” she says dropping her head to my shoulder while my rock-hard cock sits inside of her heat the aftershocks rolling through.
I pump four more times before she leans over and bites my neck just below my ear sending me shooting my load right inside of her.
The wetness of our juices slides out of her over my limp cock. I gently guide her legs down as I pull out already missing the warmth of her heat covering my length.
“Sugar,” she whispers as she takes in my body in front of her.
“Just gettin’ started, Sweets,” I tell her as I kick off my boots and get out of my jeans.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have another orgasm as good as that one,” she states with a wink.
I laugh. “Challenge accepted. I’m too old for games, Sweets. I want you over and over all night long.”
Her eyes are wide and wild with passion as I drop my head down to kiss her once more. I can’t get enough. She kisses me back before guiding me to her bedroom.
Never in a million years did I expect to meet my match driving a red Ford Focus.
The noise of a train whistle goes off waking me from the best sleep I’ve had in a while. I don’t move as I take in the beauty of her dark hair covering my naked chest and her bare ass exposed as we seem to have lost the sheets somewhere in our evening together.
“Sugar, you got one really annoying alarm,” she mutters against my chest causing me to laugh.
“Not an alarm, it’s a call from Dove. I’ll call him back,” I explain as the phone stops ringing.
She leans up and her tits call out to me with their perfect pointed peaks. Fuck, she’s perfect.
My phone goes off again. Fucking hell. As much as I hate to disentangle myself from her, I do. Standing, I stretch wanting nothing more than to climb back in bed and fuck her again.
“Best sleep I’ve had in I don’t know how long, Sweets,” I share as I look around for my jeans which hold my phone. I trace the sound and our steps back to her living room and find them, carrying them back to where she is in bed.
She doesn’t bother to cover up with a sheet or anything like most women. Instead, she rises from the bed, her hair a tangled mess and moves closer to me with a smirk.
“Grandpa always said, don’t skimp on things that separate you from the ground like tires, shoes, and a mattress.”
I can’t hold back the laugh as I lift my jeans and reach in my pocket to retrieve my phone that is ringing all over again. “What?” I clip out answering the call and letting the jeans fall back to the floor.
Dove gets right to the point. “Hate to fuck up a good time, brother. Raff said you were out for the night, we gotta roll in the next twenty minutes, Pres. Tripp wants to go over some shit before we do though. He said expect an added day to the route on the way for a trailer change. Grinder’s sorted the update to the plan, but figured you want to get here for Tripp.”
“I’ll be there in five,” I explain before ending the call as she is up out of the bed coming to me.
She’s right there, instinctively my arms reach out and pull her to me. “Sweets, can’t make promises. Be honest with ya, I’m not real good at this shit. Got a lot going on,” she reaches up putting her index finger over my lips to silence me.
“Sugar, I didn’t ask for more. That was a good time. Loved the ride, both on the bike and in the bed,” she winks, “I’ll see ya when I see ya, how about that?”
This doesn’t sit well with me like one would imagine. I don’t want to see her when I see her. I want to see her tonight, and tomorrow night, and if the sex is as good as last night, I want it the night after that. More so, I want to see her joy, and feel her excitement like on my bike.