Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“How’s your back?”
He chuckles. “I should have known better than to try to keep up with Eli running bases. I’m not sure which of us missed Guy more, Eli or me.”
I raise up. “Let me massage it for you.”
He waves me off. “No, honey. I’m fine. I’ll work out the kinks at the gym tomorrow or something.”
I sigh and sit up next to him. “Miller.”
He sits up too, surprised. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Let me do something for you. You’re doing everything for Eli and me. You don’t let me do anything for you.”
He cups my cheek. “You have enough to worry about. I don’t want you to worry about me too.”
I grab his hand and hold it between mine. “I want to take care of you, Miller. I need this.” I gesture to the bed. “Lie down. Let me work your sore joints.”
He lets out a huff. “I’m getting old if I can’t even play wiffle ball without feeling pain.”
I get up from the bed and grab some lotion from the bathroom. When I settle back onto the bed next to Miller, I tell him, “Lucky for you, I like older men.”
I put some lotion on my palms, rub them together, and then start massaging his lower back. We’re both quiet until he asks, “Does it bother you that I’m ten years older than you?”
“No,” I answer simply.
He moans, and I dig deeper to release the knot he has. When I’ve worked his lower back, I move to his shoulders. He moans again, but this one is different, more guttural, and I whisper to him, “Turn over.”
He lifts his head. “Did you say turn over?”
I laugh softly. “Yes. Let me get your front.”
He rolls to his back, and his hard manhood is tenting his shorts. I gesture between his legs. “That doesn’t look too comfortable. Can I help with that?”
Huskily, he answers, “Honey, you can do anything you want with that.”
I slide my hands to the side of his shorts and bring them down his thighs. His cock bobs free, and I decide to make him wait for it.
I put more lotion on my hands and work his chest first. He tugs at my nightshirt. “Take this off.”
I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side of the bed. With my breasts loose, he reaches up, cupping one in his hand. I pull from his grasp. “Oh no, this is supposed to be about making you feel good.”
His hand goes to my thigh, and he reaches between my legs. His finger rubs against the sodden middle of my panties. “If you think I’m going to leave you hanging, you don’t know me very well.”
I can’t resist, and when he slides his hand into the side of my panties and strokes my core, I lean into him. With his finger pumping in and out of me, I wrap a hand around his girth. His hips pummel into mine, and I stroke him from root to tip. He hisses a breath. “You feel so fucking good. Come up here.”
I stop stroking him. “Come up where?”
“Sit on my face.”
I gasp. “I’m not sitting on your face.”
He raises up to look at me. “Why? I promise you’ll like it.”
I open my mouth and close it again. “Because I don’t… you don’t have to—”
He is practically licking his lips. “Trust me, I want to. Linds… climb up here. I wanna taste you.”
Gingerly, I move around the bed and lift my body. I hover over him, not wanting to smother the man or anything, but that’s not what he wants because he hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me down so I’m actually sitting on his face. He laps at me, and with each pass of his tongue over my clit, my body jerks. It isn’t long before he’s focused on that little swollen nub and he has me bucking.
I lean forward, and with his cock in my face, I open my mouth. His hips start to pump, and I bob up and down on him. My orgasm hits me fast and hard. I’m coming, and he’s relentless. He doesn’t stop. Already sensitive, another orgasm shoots through my body, and I pop off him and grind my teeth to keep from screaming.
When I start to come down, he helps me off and lays me on my back. He leans over and kisses me. The taste of him and me has me whimpering. I wrap my arms and legs around him, not wanting to let him go.
He lines his cock up at my center and slowly starts to pump into me. Big, slow strokes. “Eyes on me, Linds. I want you looking at me.”
The way he looks at me while making me feel this good is almost too much to take in. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him how I feel: that I’ve fallen in love with him, and I don’t want this to end. But I hold it in. If I tell him now, he’s going to think it’s because he’s saving Eli and me. Because I feel like I owe it to him or something.