Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Oh, yes. Please, can we do that now?” I’m given a nod, a quick lick of his lips, and I feel him shove his jeans down. I lift my hips to help him, and the moment Matthew’s cock is free, he’s helping me move.
“There’s no fucking way I’m going to last long.” His length lies thick, heavy, and stiff along his abdomen.
“I sure didn’t, so it’s only fair.” My hands go to his chest, lining myself up to drag my center along the underside of his cock. Once again, I’m unprepared for what he does to my body. His big hands cup my breasts, thumbs gliding over my nipples, watching as they tighten, and then he pinches them. He guides me in sliding back and forth, swiveling my hips when his tip hits my clit. His precum leaks at a furious pace.
“Jesus, I’m surrounded by nothing but sheer beauty. You’re soaking my dick, kitten. You’re close already, aren’t you?” He pulls on my nipples, delivering a delicious bite, and my nails claw at his skin. It doesn’t seem to hurt him, not with the way he groans. If anything, it spurs him on. He pulls back as I move forward, the two of us working in tandem. I keep my eyes on his face, though he doesn’t do the same. I swear they’re bouncing from my eyes to my breasts to my pussy. The realization that while he’s the demanding alpha male type, little ol’ me can bring him this much pleasure feels euphoric.
“I’m close.” This orgasm builds slower for me, but it’s no less amazing, and while we’re both chasing our mutual satisfaction, I can see Matthew’s jaw lock, his movements getting more sporadic. I’m tempted to let him come and sit this one out, but then I remember his words.
“Fuck, me too.” He grunts between each push and pull. I let the feeling take ahold of me. Two orgasms in a matter of minutes are more than what I’m used to. After this, all I’ll want to do is shower and sleep for an eternity.
“Feels so damn good,” I reply, feeling a vibration between my legs. When I look at Matthew’s body beneath me, I see the reason. Each spurt triggers my own orgasm, and unfortunately, as much as I want to watch the entire show, my eyes close. It’s not until both of us have come and our breathing calms that I do the most daring thing I’ve ever done.
“I want a taste.” I slide my finger through some of the mess he made on his firm stomach and bring it to my lips. When I suck the digit, his flavor hits my tongue, salty with a bit of tang.
“Fuck me, my kitten is going to make me hard again.” Matthew’s voice has a sharp edge to it, and it’s then I realize sleep might not happen at all tonight.
14
LETTY
Ihave the Monday blues, terribly, more than my usual dose, too. It’s probably due to the man walking beside me. Never in my life could I imagine being so content, blissfully tired, completely taken care of, and sleeping deeper than I have since Mom was alive.
I’m also dragging ass and still have to stop at my apartment, change into work clothes, head to Ophelia’s, and then get a start on my day. The good news is, I have a full belly from the breakfast I whipped up for us. Matthew made coffee, while I handled the eggs, sausage, and biscuits. I suppose if there were more time, I would have made the biscuits from scratch. There’s nothing better than fluffy layered dough with butter melted in between each layer.
Now, I’m in a borrowed shirt and boxer briefs, feeling like I’m on the walk of shame that most girls my age do while in college. Except, well, I’ll be going to work and seeing if I can pick up an extra day for the next month or so to make up for the added expense from yesterday. I’m still not thrilled with how that all went down, but I’m going to put it in the back of my mind and look toward the future instead.
“You’re deep in thought,” Matthew says with his hand in mine. He told me to leave the clothes I wore yesterday at his place, and he’d wash them with his clothes. I laughed because chances are it would be me who does the laundry. He shrugged his shoulders, more or less agreeing with me. At least this way, it’ll help out when I do my chores at the apartment.
“Mornings aren’t my favorite.” I’ve been quiet since I woke up. It’s my usual, I’m not very conversation-worthy till about mid-morning. Matthew might have misjudged being around me when waking up.
“Yeah, kitten, I can tell, but you’re quieter now than you were earlier. Are you having any regrets?” I stop midstride, he does the same, and while we’re in the middle of the parking garage, at least nobody else is here, specifically his friend who lives on the other side of the building. In fact, I don’t see any other vehicles besides ours.