Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“I have no idea how we went from graffiti and strange vibes to this, but okay.”
She laughed and rolled her fingers down the front of his chest. “I tend to jump around a lot, you know that. You’ll have to excuse me. My mind is constantly moving.”
“I know. I like that about you, actually.”
“My grandmama, ironically, since you brought her up, is the same woman who told me marriage is a trap. Ain’t that a hoot? More beneficial for men than women. Said men die younger when they’re not married ’cause ain’t nobody there to help ’em when they get old and broken down. Ain’t nobody there to love ’em, make sure they eatin’ right, and shower them with affection. Single women though, she claimed are faring just fine. Now, I don’t know how true that is because I didn’t go behind her to look it up, but it sounds feasible. My grandmama reads her Bible and goes to church consistently.
“She’s a walkin’ contradiction but I respect and love her all the same. We talk ’bout once or twice a week. I see her a few times a month, and that’s good for both of us. We’re cool… we’re fine. Now my mama? That’s a love story right there. My mama is my rock. She supports me and always encourages me to be true to myself. She was a single parent and it was hard, even though my father always financially took care of me. I ain’t turn out half bad, in spite of it all. My mama told me to never just lead with my heart or mind, but to let them walk side by side. I’d say that was good advice.”
Before she could form another thought, his mouth claimed hers. Their breathing blended until they were synchronized as they felt up and down one another. Stroking each other’s bodies. The kisses deepened, and his touch was electrifying as he maneuvered her jacket open, exposing her knit sweater. He massaged then kissed her breasts through the soft green fabric. Sighs tumbled out of her gaping mouth. Eyes pressed closed as her cold fingers ran through the silky strands of his dark hair. Wetness settled around her neck and collarbones where kisses landed, soon swept in an icy breeze.
“I’m going to fuck you relentlessly under this gotdamn bridge…”
She shuddered in his arms at the sensuality of his words.
He slipped cool fingers in her panties, where it was undoubtedly warm. The padding of his fingers along her pubic bone sent chills up her spine. He touched the moist valley of her love then penetrated her opening, nice and easy, with two fingers. After he was good and satisfied, and she was panting and dripping all over his hand, he yanked at her jeans, forcing them down along with her panties.
He roughly turned her around to face the wall, his movements urgent. Aggressive. Palms against the unforgiving surface, she faced the graffiti. The grime. The dirt. The nasty swear words. She swallowed hard as she felt his heavy, hard body press against the softness of her ass.
“Ahhh…” she cried out, her screams echoing in the chamber as he entered her roughly from behind.
He drilled her hard, pumping into her fast and deep. His pelvis crashed into her ass, over and over, and his groans resounded all around her. The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy seemed to get louder with each clap.
He held onto her as if she better not dare move a muscle, to even exhale, and she trembled when he pressed his hand against the back of her head, steadying her as he fucked her in public below that bridge, where time stood still. His movements were ravenous, primitive and animalistic. She came quietly then… her honey trickling down her legs in a steady stream. Cars drove above them, the engines reverberating in the air, sending tremors through her frame as they traveled above their bodies.
He sunk his teeth against the back of her neck, biting gently… his finger strumming her clit like he did that guitar in the hotel. Her eyes watered when another orgasm built… more cars… driving faster and faster… a honk… a truck probably carrying a heavy load as the thunderous ruckus of something that sounded much like heavy freight rattled the air.
“Caspian!” And she exploded, her eyes blurry, every cell in her body on fire for him.
“You’re mine. This is my pussy!”
“Yes, baby!” She grabbed her ankles and held on as he wrapped his hands around her waist and drove himself inside of her at a speed that seemed almost inhuman. He went deep, ruthlessly groaning and cursing. Reaching for her breasts, he squeezed them hard as their bodies swung. He forced her into his plunges until…
“UHHHH!” he roared as his climax released.
Her pussy walls flooded with his warm calling, the creamy wetness filling her quickly. Moments later, she heard the jingle of his belt as he adjusted his clothes. Her pussy pulsed, her breasts burned, and her neck wanted more of his kisses. She turned around, looked at him for a brief moment, then pulled up her pants and underwear. When she was finished, he took her hand so they’d continue on their way, but she paused.