Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
This time cum sloppily shoots into Kid’s throat causing his frame to slightly contort; however, rather than struggle to swallow such a large load, he struggles not to.
To save some in his mouth to deliver it to me.
Getting completely off of Sir is swiftly followed by him roughly positioning himself between my thighs.
Spreading them wide.
Shoving his cock inside my pussy at the exact same moment his tongue invades my mouth.
Screams are smothered out by thick globs of cum being slopped around while Kid frenziedly thrashes on top of me, more concerned with where he’s going to come rather than if I am. Gripping onto his sides as opposed to his arms unleashes a hiss that’s even more delectable to me than Mutt’s salty reward overwhelming my senses.
Kid ferally bucks and bucks and bucks all the while whirling and whirling and whirling his tongue to then grind his hips harder.
And faster.
And so forceful that my sopping wet muscles have no choice but to simply endure the savage pounding they weren’t expecting.
To swell and plead and beg for mercy.
And cum.
And to come.
“Fuckin’ give it to her, you filthy, little fuck,” commands Sir on a slap of Kid’s ass, sound and action alike tensing us both. “Load our slutty, cum dumpster.” Another spank totters his thrusts. Ignites thrums in my drenched depths. “I wanna go diving.”
Kid’s mouth falls from mine for his head to snap back on a barked, “Fuck!”
Scorching spurt on top of spurt sear the lightly twitching muscles only to then have them ruthlessly penetrated by Sir’s ferocious tongue that lashes around to lap up the mess.
It’s impossible to find my breath let alone catch it and even more impossible to keep both hands from burying themselves into their tangled locks as I ravenously ride his tongue.
Mouth.
Chin.
When his tongue eventually dives in again, it unexpectedly decides to wolfishly curl, ultimately applying the pressure I need to break.
This time my orgasmic screams are granted the access they were denied before.
I pull and howl while Kid nips at my neck.
Pull and buck as Sir sucks on my clit.
Pull and praise to anyone and everyone who can hear me about what is pens down the best part of waking up.
Chapter 12
Nolan
I toss away the piece of wood I’m currently holding on another annoyed grunt at the same time I hit the woman carrying our child with a sour scowl. “And how is you sitting on Kid’s old bed judgin’ me about not reading the instructions helpin’?”
Rabbit’s brows mirthfully pull together. “I didn’t say I was gonna help.”
“You don’t think you should help?”
“I think you should read the instructions, so you don’t need my help, Mutt.” She resumes the frantic writing she’s doing on the top of her bare foot with a crooked grin. “Or wait until Kid finishes his Pimp My Minivan playdate with his favorite non-you gearhead.”
Another grunt of displeasure shakes my torso.
Kid having his mechanic friend here in our garage is a good thing.
Mostly.
I don’t have anything against Boat other than the fact he has this obnoxious fucking habit of reminding me just how old I am.
And not in a fun way.
Honestly?
I don’t even think the little shit realizes he does it.
His accidental pokes are basically the equivalence of a tire running over a nail near a construction site.
Unexpected and inconvenient.
Forfuckssake why doesn’t simp stand for simple?
Why is that not the immediate fucking choice?
“Still pissy you had no idea what they were talking about?”
The mirth in her voice has me glaring once more.
“If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea what a Ferrari Purosangue was either.”
“I knew what it was.”
“Except that it’s an SUV and not a car.”
My lingering displeasure effortlessly deepens. “Shouldn’t you be working?”
“I am waiting for work,” informs Rabbit, writing moving towards the space near her toes. “The funeral home that handled November’s services wants someone to check out their accounting records and possibly see if there’s room for an expansion or how to get room to make that happen.” Her scribbling momentarily ceases to meet my stare. “Kind of like I’m doing for Posie but with a much higher fee.”
This time I grunt in amusement.
Rabbit working from home versus having to worry about her going to an office definitely brings us ease.
Especially considering we haven’t heard dick about Mother Screws Loose.
There have been no reports filed for missing Mcfuckface.
No reports filed for any human remains found.
Hell, there haven’t even been any reports filed about the vehicle he rented.
Or bought.
Whichever it was.
It’s almost like everything about him disappeared when he did.
I wanna find relief in that but can’t.
So, for now?
I’m finding it in knowing exactly where the two people I love most are at all times.
One is downstairs ripping out interior to our future family vehicle while the other is sitting panty less on the edge of the bed, flashing me her cunt, like I don’t have shit else to concentrate on.