Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
There’s love and then there’s obsession.
Grand romantic gestures and…probably should call the cops actions.
The shit he’s doing is definitely the latter.
I could call up legal from the company right now, and they’d tell me the same shit.
Slamming my back against a tree shelters me from a flag shot but still allows him to soak one of my feet.
Fuckme, I already hate wearing wet shoes.
I especially hate wearing wet sandy shoes.
“Shit,” Wheeler audibly grumbles, “I’m almost out of fucking water.”
Me too.
But I’m not gonna fucking announce it to my opposition.
Jogging back towards the bar encourages him to pursue weapon blazing. Zigging and zagging motions aid in preventing me from getting clipped and spotting Nae practically done with her refill sends ease throughout my system.
She can have my six while I refill.
He has no one.
I prepare to announce my arrival when I notice out of the corner of my eye him shifting his water pistol to her and firing.
“Belllovvvveedddddd!!!!” comes bellowing out of me in tandem with my entire frame diving through the air to take the hit.
Horns blare through the air indicating our session has finished just as she arrives at my side, on her knees, face hovering above mine. “You okay?!”
I groan around my chuckles. “Told you I could keep up.”
“You did,” she snickers, giving my chest a sweet pat. “And you did.” Nae brushes away sand off my cheek. “My hero.”
Tilting my head slightly to one side, I teasingly ask, “Think I could get a hero’s kiss?”
“Mmm,” the woman I have no doubt will be the love of my life cranes her face closer to mine, “how about a hero’s fuck instead?”
Getting our weapons returned and to her room occurs in a pure blur.
Much like shedding our shoes.
And dropping our bottoms.
Ditching our tops.
In fact, our first crystal clear moment for me doesn’t even kick in until we’re in her glass enclosed shower, under the waterfall showerhead, frame being soaked in its heat at the same time I’m sinking balls deep into hers from behind.
“Holyyyyfuckkkkk,” savagely escapes, rattling the foggy walls around us.
Rather than verbally respond, she simply slams one hand against the tile.
Arches her spine.
Lifts and curls her leg backwards so that her heel is anchored to me.
“Fuckkkk, Beloved,” is airily whimpered while watching myself slip in and out of her sopping wet pussy. “This shit looks so fucking perfect.” Another slow rock of my hips allows me to study the way her glistening muscles swell around my shaft while her fingers latch onto my neck. “Feels…so fucking perfect.” One hand clamps onto her hip to ensure her curvy, contorted figure stays steady in spite of the impact. “Is…so…fucking…perfect.”
Nae needily moans and angles her mouth to mesh with mine.
Our tongues sloppily spin around in ceaseless circles, anxious to catch up to the increasingly faster speed I don’t even realize we’re going.
Sliding my fingers across her bare pussy sends shivers up her spine, yet it’s the first brush of her clit that results in her lips fumbling from mine. “J.T.…”
“Fuck, I love hearing you call out my name.” I roughly jerk into her harder. “Do it again, Beloved.”
“J.T.,” she repeats louder.
More urgent.
“Again.”
Despite her continuously choppy breathing, she moans once more, “J.T.”
“You’re so fucking incredible,” thoughtlessly seeps free as my fingers abandon her hip to grip a fistful of her wet hair. “Look at how fucking amazing you are.” I forcefully push her face down to watch the sight I am. “Look at how well you take my fucking cock.”
The hitch in her breath is accompanied by her pussy harshly clenching.
Fingers desperately scraping.
Eyes hooding.
“Watch, Beloved,” I purr against the shell of her ear. “Watch your hero fuck you.”
Whimpers precede another round of wet pulsations.
Pulsations that prompt my sac into swelling.
Lifting to have sweltering stickiness smeared all across it.
“Watch you fuck me.” She mindlessly bucks back into the sharper thrusting, wet slapping sounds from her ass being bounced reverberating around the shower. “Watch me make you come on my cock.”
Gentle stroking never crosses my mind.
Applying pressure?
Maintaining that pressure?
Rolling the tiny nub around and around and around with the end of my middle finger while fucking her faster and frantic and with enough force that she’s sent flying to the tips of her toes turning her into some sort of bawdy ballerina I can’t wait to empty my balls into?
That conquers my mind like a hostile takeover.
Invades every sense and cell in my body.
Encourages my teeth to nip at her lobe.
Neck.
Steadily shove her downward to gawk at me splitting her in two and blatantly ignore the tiny hand cramps conjured from the frenzied caressing.
Boundless barbarity demands I don’t stop diving into her most sensitive depths until her trembles turn into thrashes and her thrashes cause her to pant and those pants morph into beautiful screams of my name that make my vision blur.
“FucccckkkkBeloved,” I hiss, yanking her head to rest against mine, the heavenly sensation of her pussy perpetually pulsating around my shaft so powerful I now need extra support to resist collapsing. “I can’t last much longer like this…”