Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
My cock leaves a streak of precum on her robe, and the sight of it is enough to make my spine tingle.
"Caitlyn," I moan again when she pulls the condom from the wallet before letting the leather fall to our feet.
The bug noise surrounding us comes to a halt when she crinkles the wrapper of the condom as she tries to open the thing.
"Let me," I say, holding my hand out for her to place it there rather than pulling it from her fingers.
Her eyes meet mine as if she's fully aware of how cautious I am about obeying her rule.
I don't know how this is going to work without me touching her, but I can follow her rule as long as I can keep my wits about me right now.
I rip into the package, letting the torn corner fall to her porch along with the full wrapper once I have it free. I roll the thing down my cock, all the while watching her.
"Open your robe," I plead as I finish.
She tugs at the tie around her waist, letting the silky fabric fall open.
"Jesus, you're perfect," I whisper, trying to keep my feet locked in place. "What now?"
I watch her throat work on a swallow, wondering what that dip between her collarbone tastes like, but I don't have long to wonder before she turns around, bending in the middle.
I press my hands to her front door as she backs up, reaching between her legs until her hand is wrapped around my cock.
"Fuck," I grunt, doing my best not to press my lips to the milky skin of her back.
In the next breath, she lines me up at her entrance. I don't even have a second to wonder what happens next before she shifts and presses against me, taking my cock inside of her to the hilt.
I moan like a fucking whore as her pussy grips my cock.
I'm left with my mouth hanging open, fists clenched and resting against the door as she swivels her hips as if she's struggling with my size.
"You okay?" I ask, fighting the urge to grip her hips, pull back, and slam into her again and again.
"Give me a minute," she says, and it's then I can feel the tremble in her legs.
"If you don't want—"
"Shh," she snaps. "Give me a minute. You're too big."
"God, baby," I say with a hearty chuckle. "Want me to come already? Don't say shit like that. Just pull forward and slide back two inches. Oh God. Good girl. Again."
My chest heaves as I watch her inch forward before pushing back. Her skin practically glows under the moonlight, making this entire situation feel more and more ethereal as she works my cock.
Every muscle in my body aches with the resistance it's taking not to take control of this situation and use her exactly how I need to.
"Again," I grunt, my legs starting to feel like Jello.
She obeys, moving her body forward before pressing all the way back.
I pound my fist on her door, causing the dog inside to let out a quick bark.
I pull my hands back and lift my shirt so I can see our connection. Her wetness coats my cock, her arousal slipping lower and spreading so I can feel it on my thighs.
She speeds up, the slapping sound from our connection and her moans making animals in the distance howl.
I can't be bothered to worry about the wildlife surrounding us. I swear a bear could come up, and I'd growl at the motherfucker for interrupting this moment.
"Caitlyn," I warn. "I'm—"
"Me too," she pants, her core gripping me tighter.
I don't know what holds me up during my orgasm as it strikes just on the tail end of hers, but somehow I manage, my vision growing blurry for a moment with each pulse of my cock deep inside of her.
When she pulls away, I fight the urge to follow after her. Instead, I pull the full condom off my cock and get my pants up and zipped as she presses her face to the front door, her body heaving as she pants.
Unsure how to handle this situation, I open my mouth to speak, but no words form.
As the guilt of what we've done settles inside of me, I opt to take a step back, which leads to another and another until I'm off her porch and staring at her from her front yard.
Wordlessly, I turn around and leave, knowing I've made the biggest mistake of my life by feeding that addiction.
Chapter 11
Caitlyn
How is his leaving exactly what I need, but also somehow causes me to feel like I've made the biggest mistake of my life?
I stand on my front porch, chest heaving, as he disappears into the darkness. A few moments later, I hear a vehicle crank, and see headlights coming on from down the road.