Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“On your knees,” he orders me, “ass up, face down.” I must be moving too slow for him because he grips my hips and turns me over himself. “Hands stretched in front of you.” He picks up my hips as I put my forehead to the bed and stretch out my hands in front of me. I’m about to say something to him, but he rubs his cock up my slit once before he slams into me. The sound of us both groaning fills the room. He stays rooted inside me for a second, his hands gripping my hips harder before he pulls out slowly, then slamming back into me.
I grip the sheets in front of me as he mercilessly pounds into me. It’s so fucking good I can’t help but moan out, “Yes!” His hands grip me even tighter as he lifts me off my knees, and his balls hit my clit over and over again as he fucks me. I can’t do anything but hang on as he takes me over the edge again. My eyes close to ride it out, my hips now moving to meet his thrusts. I hear him hiss from behind me when he slams into me one last time before he gives me small little thrusts, until I feel his chest on my back at the same time as his fingers let go of my hips.
He slides out of me and collapses beside me as I move my knees and hips to the side. Neither of us says one word to each other. Neither of us do anything but trying to catch our breath. I lie here looking at the wall, my eyes getting heavy, probably from the crying I did after work. I should probably kick him out of my bed, tell him to leave now before we have another confrontation like this morning. I’m about to tell him to get out when I feel him curl into me. His legs tangle with mine, his face almost in my neck, and I hear him softly snoring. I close my eyes, taking in his warmth. The only thing going through my mind is that he'll be gone by the time I wake up.
Chapter Thirteen
Charlie
My eyes flicker open when I feel something tickle my nose. I feel weight on my stomach and then feel the heat from a body beside me. I blink a couple of times, looking down to see Autumn’s head on my chest, her arm over my abs, and her leg hooked around mine. My arm under her body holds her close to me. I put my head back and look at the ceiling, trying not to hate myself but failing fucking miserably.
I look over at the side table, seeing there isn’t even a clock on there to tell me what time it is. I look out the side window, seeing the sun is just coming up, so I have to get the fuck out of here before the alarm goes off again and wakes her up. I think about how to dislodge myself from her. At the same time, I want to turn into her and wake her up in a different way. My cock agrees with this plan while my head screams at me to get the fuck out.
I slide away from her, slowly pulling my arm from under her. It takes me a full five minutes before I walk over to the end of the bed, grab my boxers, and slide them on. This is somewhat like it was yesterday morning, but we aren’t telling each other how much we hate each other. I grab my T-shirt, putting it on before picking up my boots and walking out of the bedroom. “Next time, get dressed outside,” she mumbles. I turn my head to look at her as she turns over from where she was lying, which was on top of me not five minutes ago, as she puts her hand under the pillow on the other side of the cover, just barely covering her, as my eyes go to her perfect arch of her back and up to her neck.
I take one final look before walking out the back door and slamming it. The struggle to go back in there and let her know this is never going to happen again is real, but instead, I go to sit on the step and put on my boots. Walking down the steps toward the path that goes to my house, my head is down, trying not to look over my shoulder. But right as I get into the forest, I make the mistake of looking back. I don’t know what I’m expecting, but nothing is there for me. Just the swing moving softly front to back, with the whiskey bottle right beside it.