Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
Because of course she’s down for an adventure. And I don’t have to wonder if she’s saying yes just because it’s what I want to do. She’s too honest for that. I’d also like to think I’ve made her feel comfortable enough—important enough—to tell me how she really feels.
So I make the turn and throw the truck in park, leaving my hat on my seat.
Lainey giggles as she follows me inside the barn. It still smells a little musty, but that doesn’t seem to deter her.
We make quick work of climbing the rickety ladder up to the loft.
Lainey smiles as she takes in the familiar, cozy space, complete with windowed dormers that let in floods of autumn light.
I throw down the blanket, reach for Lainey, curling an arm around her waist so I can pull her in for a kiss.
She melts into me as I slant my mouth over hers. I finally get to be the one to bite her bottom lip. She moans, tearing at my shirt.
Then we’re a frenzy of mouths and limbs and clothes flying everywhere. She yanks off my belt, which lands with a thud on the floor. I pull down her jeans. Make sure I grab the condom from the pocket of my jeans before they go too.
Shoes, shirts, underwear. All discarded in haphazard piles around us.
We’re on the floor. I’m covering her body with mine as I glide my tongue over hers, my dick brushing the soft skin of her belly. I roll onto my back and take her with me. She knows just what to do and straddles my hips, her hands on my chest.
My lungs stop working as she takes the condom from me and sits up, rising onto her knees, which allows me an unobstructed view of her nakedness. She’s all milky-white skin and softness. Her nipples are hard, her tits a little fuller on the bottom in a way that makes me wanna die. Her piercing glints in the sun.
I coast my hands up her sides, stopping to thumb her nipples. Her breath catches. My hands move south. When I use my thumbs to part her cunt, she bites her lip.
Dipping my thumb into her entrance, I find the arousal I’m looking for. I spread it over her center, stopping to circle her clit.
She moans, tossing aside the foil packet.
“You’re ready, honey. Get me there too, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Lainey reaches down, wrapping her hand around my root. But before she rolls on the condom, she’s scooting back a little. Bending at the waist, her nipples brushing my thighs.
Sucking my head into her mouth.
My hips jerk, and I push inside her. She sucks a little harder, swirling her tongue over my head.
I can’t.
Truly fucking can’t.
I throw an arm over my eyes. “Fuck, that feels good.”
She chuckles, which feels like a warm hum around my cock. Giving me one last suck, she pulls back, then kisses my wet tip. “Just returning the favor. You made me feel awful good last time we were up here.”
“That was the vibrator.”
“That was you using the vibrator. Big difference.”
“It wasn’t a favor, you know.” I reach up to play with her piercing while I watch her roll on the condom, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Making you feel good. I like doing it. I love doing it.”
You love her.
You know it. Have the courage to admit it.
Where the fuck is my sense of self-preservation? Shouldn’t it be kicking in right about now?
Or maybe this is me saving myself. What if that looks like asking Lainey to stay? Not just for a while but forever?
She looks at me, her eyes toggling between mine. “I know you do. Why do you think I kissed you?”
“I’m so glad you did, honey.”
Grinning, she takes my length in her hand and lines me up at her center. The pressure, already enormous, makes my stomach cave.
Her brows curve upward as she begins to sink down on me. This angle is a lot for her. For both of us.
I grab her hand. Feather the fingers of my other hand over her breasts and belly. “Look how pretty you are, taking me like this. You’re doing so good, honey. You feel so fucking good.”
She looks down and watches as she sinks lower, her little cunt splayed open around my width.
“You…feel good too,” she breathes, squeezing my hand. “Just a lot. You’re always a lot.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“The best thing.”
She sinks lower. Her cunt is heaven, its soft pull on me making me groan.
When I gently stroke her clit with my thumb, her head falls back.
“You are the worst,” she says. “And by that, I mean the best. I like that.”
“I know you do.”
“Make me come?”
I manage a chuckle. “Now where did those manners go?”
“The kind of sex I wanna have with you—it’s not polite.”