Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I’ve been leaking you all day,” she whispered.
That had my dick painfully hard.
“We should probably discuss birth control,” I mused as I filled her with my finger.
“Later,” she breathed. “We’ll discuss that later.”
Maybe we would.
Maybe we wouldn’t.
Maybe I liked playing with fire.
“Oh,” she gasped and cried out, her legs spreading as wide as my thighs on either sides of her own would let her.
I shifted her forward slightly and used my free hand to pull my cock out of my pants, stroking it twice before pulling my fingers free of her pussy and forcing her to stand.
She was gasping in surprise when I pulled her pants down to mid-thigh, and then crying out for an altogether different reason when I pulled her back into my lap and forced her to sit on my cock.
“You make me so full, Chevy.” She circled her hips. “God.”
“Not God, baby,” I teased. “Just a normal man.”
That had her laughing, her head falling back onto my shoulder, giving me unencumbered access to that delicate throat of hers.
“The fact that you think you’re normal,” she drew in a deep breath when my mouth started to skim down the length of her throat. “Is absurd.”
I allowed my hand to smooth down the length of her belly, curling over her mound, to shift between her thighs.
My fingers split where I filled her with my cock, the heel of my palm pressing down gently on her clit as she continued to swirl her hips.
“Me and normal don’t usually go together,” I agreed. “You’re right.”
She drew in a deep breath when I forced her to sit forward in my lap and reached for each of her hips.
“Ride me,” I encouraged.
She lifted herself up and sat back down, a hiss leaving her throat.
“You’re so deep like this,” she whispered.
“Fuck, I wish I could see you right now,” I grumbled. “When we get back to my place, we’re fucking all night with the lights on so I can see exactly what I do to you.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered as she started to pick up her rhythm.
“You close, pretty baby?” I asked, squeezing her ass a little tighter.
Her increase in pace only caused my balls to draw up in reaction, readying to unleash inside of her the moment that she came.
“Yes,” she hissed out. “So close.”
I yanked her down harder and faster, taking over everything.
She was being quiet, but that didn’t stop the obvious sounds of sex from filling the night air around us.
“Oh, I’m going to come,” she whispered. “I’m so close, Chevy.”
“Come for me, pretty baby,” I urged. “Let me feel you clamp down on my cock.”
She threw her head back, and the end of her ponytail tickled my bared belly as she started to pulse around me.
Hot squeezes of her sex caused me to follow right along with her, unable to stop myself.
Not that I would’ve wanted to try.
What’s the point in holding off when I’d gotten her off?
Just the idea of her coming set off a chain reaction inside of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as I continued to fuck her through both of our orgasms.
Finally, I settled her into my lap completely, wrapped both of my arms around her, and pulled her in close.
I buried my face into her back and tried to relearn how to breathe.
It was long moments later when the lights from a vehicle flashed across us for a short second.
I grinned when I saw her bared thighs, but still went ahead and helped her up off of me.
Tucking my wet cock into my pants, I quickly helped her adjust her own clothes, then caught her hand with mine and said, “Come on. We’re going to my place.”
“Where is your place?” she questioned.
I slipped my hand into her front pocket and produced her phone.
“What’s your code?” I asked.
She gave it to me without question, and soon I was typing my contact details into her phone. Along with those of every member of the MC that I knew off the top of my head—which, surprisingly, was quite a few.
When I was done, I slipped it back into her pocket and said, “I live on the lake in a houseboat.”
“You what?” she gasped, eyes wide.
I explained where I lived, along with how I’d gotten the house in the first place.
“My dad died and left multiple parcels of land, all of which he’d bought in preparation to build a McMansion on it. He died, and the parcels were given to myself and my brothers.”
“Not your sister?” She sounded so offended that I had to snort.
“She didn’t want it,” I admitted. “She hates the lake, and everything that place represents.”
I paused, wondering how much to tell her about my dad and how he’d treated my sister. But then I’d have to explain about Copper, too.
“You have this weird look on your face,” she said, squinting at me.