Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Hold on.” Johnny pulls back immediately. I can see the look of disappointment, and believe me, the feeling is mutual. My own body is ready to kick its own ass with delaying the gratification only Johnny can give me.
“Mierda.” Shit, he groans, dropping his forehead to mine. His gaze is unwavering as he waits me out.
“I’m a willing participant in this, and I want you, Johnny, believe me, more than ever, but I didn’t stop to think about your feelings. I basically jumped your bones and glued myself to you.”
“Not a chance in hell I want to stop. Don’t want you to stop, either.” He grinds his hips, dragging himself along my heated core. My eyes roll back in my head, unable to keep them on his when he lights my body up. His hands travel to my ass, pulling me up to meet him, and he says, “Love everything about you. Did back then and do now, but it’s not lost on me you’ve dropped a shit ton of weight. I’m going to enjoy feeding you, getting those curves back on your body and feeding my wife more than just my cock.” Johnny lifts himself away from me. I lament losing him until I realize what he’s doing. He reaches behind his back, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. All of the air leaves me. Responding to him becomes impossible. Apparently, working out more became part of his routine, too, whereas before he’d hit the gym two or three times a week, giving him a lean but muscular build. Now, he’s thicker and cut, plus there are more tattoos that weren’t there before.
“You hear what I’m saying, mi esposa?” My mouth waters as he flicks open the button to his jeans, the rasp of his zipper, and that’s when I see his cock. The head slips out. The dotting of precum coats the flared mushroom-shaped tip. I lift up on my elbows, watching as he discards the rest of his clothes, shoes, socks, and finally his jeans.
“What did you say?” I ask, my mind blank as I stare at the beauty that is Johnathan Gonzales. His hair is messy from my hands, his lips are bruised from kissing me, his eyes are glazed with hunger, and the way he’s standing is nothing short of fucking hot as hell. Johnny’s muscles flex, his jaw tightens, and his gaze follows my tongue as I sweep it across my lips.
“Love your body no matter what, but you losing weight stops now.” He moves closer, each movement making me take him in whole. Focusing on one area of Johnny isn’t possible.
“Okay. I mean, a week in your mom’s presence with her cooking, and my boobs, butt, and stomach will be back in no time.” I’m not what you would call a cook; I can do in a pinch and if I really pay attention. I didn’t have the time or the patience in the last six months to a year. Melanie getting worse and worse meant I had to be fast on my feet. Work, Sebastian, and my sister were first and foremost. Food came dead last.
“Good.” Johnny moves back to the fold of my body, the tips of his fingers trailing up the top of my thighs, making me tremble with each inch he travels. I scoot myself closer to him, trying to hurry his pace along. “Not rushing this.” He reads me like a book. Anytime we’re together in instances like this, I’m always trying to get what I want. He used to say I’m trying to top from the bottom; whatever, he acted like he didn’t like it.
“Johnny.” He didn’t say I couldn’t help; I drop back down until I’m flat on my back, hands going to the tops of my shorts. With the amount of weight I’ve dropped, and the bills that kept piling in, there was no way I could keep up with clothes for myself or Sebastian. When Melanie had good days, she’d help out, but when the call for her addiction was too strong, talking about anything became an argument. So, I did what I could, went to a big box store or a second-hand store, bought clothes for Sebastian and me at a discounted rate, and made sure they were stretchy to keep life simple.
“Hijo de puta.” Son of a bitch, he says, stopping his forward motion when I push my shorts and panties down together. They clear my pussy, and that’s all it takes to spur Johnny into action. His hands knock mine away, and he finishes clearing them off my body. He spreads my thighs open, drops his head, and his tongue flicks along my clit. My shirt is long forgotten by the man currently licking every drop coming from my body. I take it from there. My shirt is over my head in a few deft movements, I flick the clasp of my bra that’s settles between my breasts, and finally, I’m fully naked.