Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Thanks for covering for me.”
“No one even knew you were gone.”
“Well, don’t do my job too well.”
A little grin moved over his face, but then it was gone when he brought the cigar to his lips. “It’s quiet tonight, and we should appreciate it because I know it’s not going to stay that way. Not when we’ve got a fight on two fronts.”
“We’ve survived this long,” I said. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“But we’ve always known our enemy—and now we don’t.”
I let the cigar sit between my fingertips, the smoke slowly rising to the ceiling.
“Just something we’ve got to remember.”
I was out all night and most of the day. I worked so long that I still came home after Fleur got off work. It was the first time I’d come home and found her already in my house—because it was her house too.
She was on the couch when I walked in, still in her pencil skirt and tucked-in blouse and heels, like she didn’t know what to do in a house that didn’t quite feel like her own. But when I walked through the door, her eyes lit up in a special way, and she looked so damn happy to see me.
She left the couch and walked up to me, five inches taller than normal in those pumps, and her eyes softened with affection and excitement, a look I’d always remember as long as I lived, and kissed me.
She hooked her arms around my neck, and her face was nearly level with mine when she wore those heels. Her tits pressed into my chest, and she kissed me like she’d been thinking about me every moment that we’d been apart.
This was what I’d wanted when I’d asked her to move in, to come home to her every day, to feel my cock harden when I walked in the door knowing she was there, either naked in the shower or in lingerie in the bed or in my t-shirt on the couch. Whatever version was sexy as hell, and I was here for it.
I squeezed her ass in her skirt and kissed her back.
“I missed you, babe.” She spoke between our kisses, saying it in a breathy voice.
I moaned into her mouth because she made me feel so wanted. There were no walls, no insecurities, no reasons to hold me at arm’s length. This was what I wanted the moment I saw her, for us just to fucking be together.
I scooped her into my arms and sat on the couch with her on top of me, wanting her tits in my face, her soft hair against my skin, her pussy on my dick. I yanked her skirt up over her hips then popped open my jeans. In a hurry, we both tugged at our clothing to access each other. She undid the buttons of her blouse so her cleavage was visible in her bra. She pulled my shirt over my head because she liked my chest, liked to touch it and kiss it and look at it.
She guided my length inside her then slowly sank, slowly pushed down over my big dick until her ass touched my balls. She breathed and winced at the size but did it anyway because she was a fucking champ.
She started to rock nice and slow, rising up to my tip and sitting back down on my base, taking her time like she wanted me to enjoy it after a long day.
My hands gripped her ass when it popped out of her skirt. I guided her the way I wanted, each thrust purposeful but easy, like we had all night to fuck. I kissed her chest and nipped at her collarbone, smelling her perfume and then her sweat because she did all the work to fuck me.
I got to enjoy it, watch her fuck me like she’d been thinking about it all day.
I unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and helped her out of it before I unclasped her bra, letting her perfect tits come free, little nipples on plump tits, firm and perky, nicest pair of tits I’d ever seen.
She started to move faster, riding my dick harder as she arched her back and came down on my length, moving like a seductress who was about to steal my soul. She ran her fingers over her chest, leaned back to make her tits tilt to the sky, smeared my length in her cream that was thicker than the milk in her morning coffee.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you.” I worshipped her body with my stare, with my big hands, wanting to come inside that little pussy because it was all mine. I didn’t thrust up to meet her movements, sat still and let her fuck me like I’d paid for it. She was so fucking good at it, so confident and sexy, like she knew what I wanted the moment I walked through the door.