Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“The mess I’m makin’ with you?” Her accent drips with honey. “No, Duke. I don’t mind that.”
I hang my head. Stay calm. Stay cool. You like her, but that don’t mean you do something stupid and fall too fast and too hard.
“Deep breath,” I manage. “Hold on to me if you need to.”
I hear her hair catch on the sheets when she nods, her breasts rising to meet my chest. Her hands are on my shoulders again. “I’m definitely going to be sore.”
“You gonna be walkin’ bowlegged like me tomorrow?”
She laughs. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“Another deep breath.”
She does as I tell her. I slowly—slowly—rock my hips backward, pulling out of her inch by inch.
Her breath catches. I lean down to kiss her mouth. Moving my lips to her cheek, I taste salt.
My turn to go still.
She’s crying.
The calculation happens within the space of half a heartbeat. She’s not crying because she’s sad or lonely or in too much pain.
She’s crying because she’s overwhelmed. I know this because I’m overwhelmed. In a really fucking awesome way.
My pulse goes apeshit. Does this mean—
I don’t know, could it mean this ain’t casual for her?
The fantasy unwinds in my mind. Us staying in this bed all weekend. Us driving home and me asking her on a date. Her saying yes. Me going on another trip with her. Another and another and another. Us dancing at the Rattler every Friday night. Us sleeping in at my place every Saturday morning.
Rein it in, asshole.
I’m getting way, way ahead of myself here. But the fantasy is warm and real, same as Wheeler is warm and real underneath me right now.
I want you, sweetheart. So fucking bad.
Kissing away her tears, I pull all the way out of her. I feel a rush of cum follow. Sheets are gonna be wet. Wonder where the linen closet is?
Wheeler whimpers, her grip on me tight. My heart turns over.
“You hurtin’?”
“Yeah. A little.”
I brush my nose against hers. “A little? Or a lot?”
“Just a little.”
“I’m gonna get you dressed in some of my clothes, okay? That way, you’re not freezing when you go to the bathroom.”
“You really don’t need to—”
“Yes, Blue, I really do need to.”
I can’t see a damn thing, but I picture Wheeler biting her bottom lip, a smile working its way across her face.
“Okay.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
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My dick wakes me up.
Correction: My dick pressing into something soft and warm wakes me up.
I’m warm. So is the woman I’m currently spooning.
Holy fucking shit, it’s Wheeler.
Wheeler is in my bed. We fucked. It was awesome.
She’s still here.
I am rock-hard. Hungry in every sense of the word.
That’s when I realize she’s pressing her ass into my pelvis. Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still pitch-black. Late, then. Or early.
The world outside the windows is quiet. The blizzard is dying down.
“You okay?” My voice is hoarse with sleep, gravelly with need.
Her hand lands on my side. “I’m sorry to wake you up, but I—I’m sorry, Duke, but I need…well…you.”
She gropes for my hand, which she takes and guides over the swell of her hips.
I hiss when she presses our fingertips into her sweet little cunt.
She’s slippery with arousal.
“You need me to take care of you?” I circle my fingers over her clit, making her moan.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. How do you want me?”
“I like it best when you—you know, take charge.”
Chuckling, I scrape my stubble over her nape as I lift her leg and pull it back and up so that it rests on my top leg. I find her center again and run my fingers up and down the delicious softness of her slit.
I’m gentle when I press my first finger to her entrance. “This hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” I use that finger and my thumb to hold her open. It’s a little awkward, but I manage to roll over ever so slightly to free my other hand. Then I grab my dick and guide it to her pussy. “Don’t forget—”
“I’ll use my words. I know.”
“Nice and easy.” I push my crown inside her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the sweetness of her viselike grip on me. “Fuck naw. This ain’t nice. This is fuckin’ heaven. You—this greedy little cunt of yours—I can’t stand how fuckin’ good you feel.”
“Duke,” she warbles, her hand on my hip again as I push in farther. “I’m—it’s a lot—but—so good.”
I move my fingers to her clit, gathering moisture on my fingertips. “I’m gonna go a little faster this time. You can take it. You trust me, don’t you? You know I’ll fuck this cunt hard and good. I’ll make it so good for you.”
“Yeah.” She’s crying again. I can tell by the thickness of her voice.
“You all right, Blue? This good crying or bad crying?”
“Good. Always. Go. Please.”
Inhaling, I firm my abdominals, breathe out, and push all the way inside her. It takes real effort because she’s so tiny.