Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Now Cyrus started to rock his hips up, thrusting his cock into her mouth, working his length to exactly what he liked.
She moaned around his length, and heard him curse. Willow looked at him and saw he was close to losing control, but she also felt him as he started to thicken within her mouth. She tried to swallow her saliva but she felt some leaking out, covering his length and also her chin.
“Fuck, babe, I’m going to come.”
Willow didn’t mind him coming in her mouth, but he pulled out from between her lips, and she watched, a little mesmerized, as he sprayed her tits. Each droplet hitting her chest. Okay, now she knew he had read one of her books, as she wrote this, trying to imagine her first time with a man, sucking his cock, and if she would be able to swallow.
The moment he had finished, Willow looked up, but she let out a gasp as he took her to the floor and then kissed her. His hands running down her body, setting her on fire with need.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
He kissed her lips, then his hand was between her thighs, and all thought left her as she finally got to feel how aroused she was. Another moan escaped her as he ran his fingers across her clit. Once again, he didn’t go toward her entrance but stayed focused on her clit.
She closed her eyes as it didn’t take much of his touch to ignite the fire within her. Cyrus kissed her, and she rocked her pelvis against him, trying to prolong her orgasm. He was a master of her body, as she didn’t have any sense of control.
He pushed her right over the edge, and she could do nothing but fall. She screamed his name as her orgasm took her completely by surprise. He worked her clit, only stopping when she couldn’t take anymore, and then he pressed a kiss to her nose.
“How are you able to do that?” she asked.
“Do what?”
“I ... it’s so fast.” She pressed her lips together. “I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or something.”
“No need to ever be embarrassed. You know what you want and your body knows what it wants.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“And now we need to take a shower,” she said, glancing down at her chest.
“Yeah, well, I need to shower and I guess I get another thing I want as well.”
This made her frown. “You do?”
“Yeah, you and me in the shower, together.”
Willow felt her heart race. This was not a declaration of love, and the truth was, she wasn’t expecting any, but she was even happier that he wanted to spend more time together. Even if it was in the shower. Did that make her sound a little desperate? She didn’t know, but as Cyrus took her hands and led her upstairs to her room, in that moment she didn’t care.
Chapter Seven
Cyrus glanced into the kitchen from his space at the dining room table to see Willow moving around. She had invited him for dinner, and her house smelled delicious. He had a feeling she had finally cooked him her mother’s lasagna.
He’d already spotted the carrot cake on the counter, and his mouth watered. Bethany had been an amazing cook.
“Here you go,” Willow said. She had already opened him a beer.
He only got to her place ten minutes ago, and already she had taken his coat and shoes. She had gotten him a pair of slippers, and he’d never worn a pair in his life, yet these felt incredible. Like the best pair of slippers he had ever worn. Complete with a beer, and watching his woman move around the kitchen. She looked so damn happy.
All day he had thought about her. Unfortunately, it had been too hectic, and he’d not been able to stop by and treat her with coffee or conversation. He did call her while in-between jobs to make sure she was okay.
So far, there hadn’t been any cause for concern. No unexpected telephone calls, and no tourists causing trouble. The locals were getting ready for their annual Halloween party. It was a big event and the couple of hotels they had were already booked with tourists wanting to join in on the celebration.
He was more than happy for them to join. It was a good time for local businesses, who dressed up and got the whole town Halloween-ready. The Reapers were always in full force. They were there to stop any potential threats, or stupidity. Sometimes, it was about stopping some teenagers from thinking they knew best and attempting to let off fireworks within a classroom. Or drinking and driving. It was a fun night, though, and one he did enjoy, but he also knew Willow hadn’t been part of since her mother’s illness. Their house had always been decorated and candy readily available for the kids. He had stopped by a few times to wish them a good night, and Willow was always there, dressed in some costume or another, offering candy.