Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“I’d be better if you’d get to work, or I can always take matters into my own hand,” she attempts to spur me on while pulling at her shirt with her unoccupied hand, lifting it but not taking it off. Instead, I’m left watching her play with her breast through the fabric. Damn, if she doesn’t know how to make me do what she wants. I lick and suck at her clit, drawing circles, clockwise and counterclockwise. I go for fucking broke, already know after she comes on my mouth, the next time she’ll come on my cock, pulling me right along with her.
“Jude.” She loses the fight in keeping her eyes open. I hate it, but the last thing I’m going to do is pull back. Especially when I’m able to scissor my fingers in her ass, and she’s clenching down on my thumb. The pulsing vibrations of her body swirl around, her thighs squeeze my ears, trapping me where she wants me, and lucky for her, I’m right where I want to be.
“More. So close, please don’t stop. Please, please, please, Jude.” I time my fingers, pulling them in and out in tandem. She’ll have to get used to taking more than what she is right now if I’m going to take her ass anytime soon.
I redouble my efforts, keeping my fingers and thumb moving, scraping my teeth along her clit before sucking on it in long, deep pulls. Ronnie’s hands tighten in my hair, smashing my face to her pussy, and she arches her body right where she wants me while pinching her nipple.
“Jude, fuck, Jude.” Her head rocks back on her shoulders, elongating her neck and making me crave to taste her there, too. Through her orgasm, I keep my pace the same until her body sags. Only then do I slowly pull my fingers out of her ass, keeping my thumb pressing and out, allowing her cunt to suck at it.
I pull back and press a kiss on her clit before standing up. My shorts are tented, wetness seeping through the jersey fabric. My cock is more than ready to be inside Ronnie’s wet depths.
“Foxy, open your eyes for me.” Her body is soft and languid when she gives me what I want. The crystal blue only intensifies. She’s insatiable.
“You don’t even have to ask.” She pulls her hand away from her tit, immediately attacks my shorts, and takes my cock out. The velvet of her touch coupled with how she’s jacking my length means it’s me who’s on the edge now.
“Line me up,” I groan. My fingers come away with wetness, smearing it on the inside of Ronnie’s thighs. My nostrils flare with need, loving that I’m the one who has my woman like this.
“Hurry, hurry,” she begs.
“Watch with me.” I lick my lips, still tasting her flavor. My nostrils flare when her eyes look at the same place I am. Her cunt flares open, the lips of her pussy stretching as my mushroom-shaped tip sinks inside her. Her wetness makes the process a hell of a lot easier. She takes me so fucking prettily, I have to take a deep fucking breath.
“I’m never going to get used to watching, Jude,” she admits, hands going to the counter, palms flat, and legs wrapped around my hips.
“And I never want you to, Foxy.” My hands grip her thighs, my thumbs sliding closer to her center and one landing on her clit, slowly coasting along the tight bud before I slam inside all the way to the hilt.
“Mouth,” I moan. This is going to be fast and hard. There’s no going slow, no teasing Ronnie. My need for her is too damn much to bear. The minute her lips land on mine, my tongue slides in, and our kiss coincides with each time I pull in and out of her. It doesn’t take long until we’re both going at one another.
“Foxy.” Her scent, her body, and knowing I’m so goddamn lucky to have here with me instead of watching her leave, like most sane people would and the thought of losing her overwhelms me. The way my brain is wired, to protect the people I love, and her allowing me to do so, it’s like a balm to my soul.
18
RONNIE
“Yay, you’re finally here. I thought we’d wilt away without any caffeine in our systems.” Lyric is the first to greet me as I make my way through the heavily occupied Oak & Brew. It’s the middle of the week, nearing lunchtime, and there’s a crush. Since I’m usually not awake at this time of day, I had no idea it would be this busy. We’ve all been trying to meet up for weeks now, but between our schedules with work and their children, plus the men in our lives, we haven’t managed to until today.