Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“We have to be fast.”
I smile as I slide another finger into her and her legs open wider, but then her hand comes out and she grips my cock in her hand. Her hand matches mine as we push each other to the edge. “Need your pussy not your hand.”
“I want to be on top,” she states, grabbing the condom from me as I turn on my back and watch her cover me. She throws a leg over me, and with one hand holding my dick and the other on my stomach, she sinks down.
“Fuck,” I hiss out, getting up and wrapping my arms around her as she rides my cock, “not going to last long.”
“You say that every time,” she says breathlessly.
“Every time it’s like I’m fucking you for the first time.” I suck her neck and then trail my tongue to her ear, flicking it. “Every time you suck the cum out of me.”
She arches her back, and I feel her pussy convulse around me. “Emmett,” she murmurs, and I wait until she’s done before I grip her by her hips, pulling her off me.
Placing her on her stomach, I lift her hips. “Hold on, baby,” I warn, slamming into her, my hands gripping her hips so tight I’m going to leave marks. She holds on to the sheets in her hands, I see her fists turn white as I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life. I make sure she feels me all fucking day long. Making sure when I see her ass later today, I’ll know it was in my hands. “I’m there,” I say, but she’s already coming on my cock. “Fuck, baby,” I hiss, planting myself all the way inside her and closing my eyes as I shoot in another fucking condom. She collapses as soon as I let her hips go and slip out of her. I slap her ass, and instead of her cursing me out, she lifts her hips again to give me what I want. “My baby likes that.” I slap the other cheek.
“I like whatever you give me, Emmett.” She says words that fill the coldness yet at the same time I feel it. “Don’t you know that by now?”
I get off the bed, feeling the poison starting to creep out. “Tonight it’s going to be very different.” I wink at her before walking into my bathroom and pulling the condom off.
I clean up, and when I get back in my bedroom, the bedroom door is open and the smell of coffee fills the room. When I put my boxers on, I make my way to the kitchen and find it empty. Listening, I hear the water running from the bathroom she shares with Lucy. It’s fifteen minutes before she comes back in, and she’s dressed for the day.
“Why didn’t you shower in my room?” I almost say our room, but I catch myself.
“You were in there. I didn’t know if you were going to get in the shower or not.” She smiles as she grabs a mug and fills it with coffee. “And we’ve come to the conclusion that the both of us can’t shower at the same time, together.”
“When did we do that?” I ask, trying not to laugh.
“Yesterday morning,” she deadpans, “last night.” She pours milk in her coffee. “Just to name a few. I’m headed out.”
“You get up every day at this time?” I ask, somewhat surprised by this new revelation.
“Monday to Friday,” she confirms. “Even though my boss is always on my ass about me not working, I actually do work.”
“I’m not your boss.” I point at her. “I’m your—”
“You’re a pain in my ass,” she finishes. “Tell Lucy to have a nice day and I’ll see her tonight.”
“See you later,” I say without moving toward her, and she does what I want her to do before she leaves. She walks over to me and kisses my lips, and I taste toothpaste and coffee mixed.
“See you later,” she mumbles and walks out of the house, closing the door behind her.
Lucy gets up and asks where Lilah is, and I tell her she’s at work. We rush out of the house, and I take her to school. By the time I get to the barn, I spot her on one of the horses. She’s riding him with one hand on the reins, the other hand holding the horn as she laughs at something Sammy is telling her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. I slam the truck door and walk into the barn, spotting Sammy coming back inside. “Morning,” I greet him. “How long has she been on that horse?” I ask, my question tight.
“About thirty minutes,” he replies, walking away before I say something else, avoiding even looking at me.
“Morning,” Charlie says, coming in with his mug of coffee in his hand. “How are you?”