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)
“When are you going to put up Halloween decorations?” she asked.
He laughed. “Funny you should ask that, because I am thinking we do it today?”
“You’re serious? You’re not joking around?” she asked.
“No, if you want to help me, now is a good time to do it.”
She looked so damn excited. He climbed out of his truck. They didn’t need to worry about food, as his mom had filled them more than sufficiently.
He went to the barn he had converted to a storage shed, complete with no mice or rats. It had taken a long time to get this place up to scratch, but he had done it without even realizing it was for Willow ... for them. Even now, as he unlocked the bolt, he couldn’t help but imagine kids all around him, wanting to help. Their excitement a joy to witness.
He got the large boxes down, and Willow was already opening them up. Over the years he had collected a lot of Halloween decorations, and he did not believe in throwing them away. Some of the stuff was from when he’d moved out and gotten his first apartment.
“Wow,” Willow said. “I am impressed.”
And that was what he was all about—impressing his woman.
They got to work in getting his home decorated. He got the chance to hold Willow as she put the lights up in hooks he left in the side of the house all year long. He did paint around them and clean the hooks regularly. He happened to enjoy maintaining his and Willow’s home.
He couldn’t get that out of his head. His and Willow’s home.
Willow helped him set up the graveyard outside the front of the house, and she also insisted on lights around the main gate. It took them several hours, a hot chocolate break, and a candy break for them to be completely finished.
He would not say it was a masterpiece, but it was cute and it was a lot of fun. Also, they were both sweating, even though it was cold out.
Willow ran ahead, going to the bathroom. Cyrus made sure the house was secure, and then followed her. She was already getting undressed, and he pulled off his sweater, tossing it to the floor.
Willow turned to look at him, and he didn’t know what came over him. He just knew, in that moment, he needed to be balls-deep inside her, and he wanted that now.
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Something was different.
Willow couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but the way Cyrus looked at her, it was like he was hungry, and the only way he would be satisfied was with her.
Before they had even stepped into the shower, they clashed.
She ran her hands all over him, and Cyrus tore the last clothes from her body. Once they were in the shower, he pushed her up against the wall and pressed the water on. She had no doubt the cold water had splashed onto his back, and it couldn’t have been comfortable, but he seemed to grit his teeth and accept it.
He broke the kiss, but he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at that point at her neck that made her gasp. She moaned his name, whimpered, and he went down, going toward her nipples. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she moaned his name, not wanting him to stop.
He grabbed her hips, and then started to kiss down her body, going toward her pussy. He lifted one of her legs up, and it was poised over his shoulder. Within seconds, his mouth was on her, and she whimpered his name, not wanting him to stop, as his tongue traced across her clit.
He suckled her clit into his mouth, and the pleasure heightened her need for him. She was so close to her orgasm, but he held her back, not allowing her to go over the edge until he was ready.
Cyrus was a master of her body. All she could do was wait, and she loved what he was doing to her. She didn’t want him to stop, it felt so good.
Willow didn’t know what to expect, but when he pushed her over the edge, thrusting her into orgasm that took her by surprise, he held her throughout. He didn’t let her go, and she moaned his name. She expected him to want something but as she reached out to him, he took hold of her hands and stopped her.
“Not yet.” He grabbed a bar of soap, lathering up his hands, and then he put them on her body. The moment he touched her, she was like fire in his arms, and she didn’t want to stop. Even as he washed her body with the soap, her skin felt so sensitive. Each touch seemed to go straight to her pussy.
When it was her turn, she explored his body, and his cock was so long and thick, but he didn’t allow her to touch him for long.