Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Inside or out?”
I have no idea what that means. “Everywhere?”
“Should I come inside you? Or…”
I have one brain cell left to consider that. I trust my birth control as it pretty much works ironclad with my body.
But I want this to be just right for him too.
“Whatever you’d like will be magic. Surprise me.”
Warrick’s cock is so perfect. He’s amazing, he’s great, and he’s wonderful. He gets me. He doesn’t move away or start jackhammering my pussy into dust just because I said I’m close. He lets me show him what I need. My body knows what it wants, and my hips make it happen. He was thrusting a little before, and he doesn’t change the tempo now. I’m the one who leans forward to grind my clit against his pelvis.
I send myself higher and higher while I fall. I’m going to do the supernova for real. Again. Just bam, explode into sexy dust particles like I just read about in the book. Fridge alien triple-headed cocks have nothing on War. His dick is pure magic, just as it is.
I pretty much shake myself right in half when I come. It bursts over me, so much stronger than the last orgasm. It’s longer, too, sharper before tapering off into the real pleasure.
I come so hard that I feel it in my toes and my teeth. Probably my hair follicles and my fingernails too.
War doesn’t do the caveman roar when he comes. He just sighs like he suddenly understands what the truest kind of pleasure feels like, wraps his arms around me, and holds me close while he pumps a few more times inside and then goes still, flooding me with warmth.
We cling to each other, upright and bound together, sticky and hot, sweaty and wet. I can smell myself. I can smell him too. My pussy should have taken enough punishment, but I throb around War again. He must have a magic peen because he’s somehow still hard.
I open my eyes, dizzy and languid like certain cheeses—one particle away from being rubbery. I’m tired, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more alive. I’ve never been buzzed like this. Sex brain chemicals are awesome.
I know we’re not really trying to set some kind of record here, but in a few minutes, I could probably handle one more climax before I’m annihilated.
The triple threat.
I almost giggle but bite down on my lip until the urge passes.
War clearly notices. When my vision finally clears enough to take in his face, I notice he looks decidedly amused.
“Were you thinking about hot alien smut?” he asks.
“I was, but only because I thought you were so much better. You don’t need three dicks to be a god in the sack, War. My pussy is incredibly happy. She gives you five out of five stars. Would definitely sit on your sexy sausage again.”
We keep a straight face for all of point eight of a second before we both laugh.
“Should we shower? Get dressed? Watch a movie?” War asks, pushing my curls behind my ear and nibbling at the lobe.
“Yeah,” I respond lazily, arching into him and wriggling my ass temptingly. “Right after you wrestle me onto my back and show me just how much fun vanilla sex can be.”
Chapter seventeen
Warrick
You can’t just quit your job without expecting heavy fallout.
I sent my notice to HR like every other person in the world instead of going to my parents. My dad is the CEO, but because of the way my grandpa structured the company, no one gets to be a majority shareholder. Even if my dad was, I wouldn’t have given my notice to him and spat in the faces of everyone else there, letting them feel like they didn’t matter.
No one is going to change my mind, but instead of flipping the middle finger to a place that’s only ever been good to me, filled with people who work hard and are likable, I wanted to give two weeks so the company wasn’t scrambling, and my departure didn’t cause anyone undue stress.
You know, the mature thing to do.
Though, according to my mother, it’s the end of the world.
When she let herself into my house this morning—major note to self: Change the damn door pad code—I was expecting her. I gave my notice yesterday at five, right before most people in HR leave for the day. I figured it would take at least a few minutes for it to reach my father and that he’d have to work up his courage for a few days in order to tell my mom.
I was wrong. Apparently, he took all night.
It’s five-thirty in the morning, and I’m up early because I want to get a workout in before I shower and have breakfast with Amalphia.
We’ve been doing that every day for the past few weeks. I was never more than a grab a banana or an apple and a cup of coffee and hustle my ass out the door to get to the office early so already long days don’t turn into leaving the office at eight or nine kind of guy, but I’ve found that I’m actually a breakfast guy.