Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
It’s basically a word wedding ring.
You only give it to the one who belongs on your permanent roster.
Not the amateur rookie still trying out.
Thayne’s fingers slowly drift lower as his dick indulges in another small rocking, this one leaving precum in its wake. “You feel that?” He casually sways again ensuring that I do. “You feel how every inch,” word immediately emphasized by his long, thick shaft languorously dragging itself the length of my ass yet again, “of me wants you?” Considering a response isn’t even a possibility courtesy of his finger lightly caressing my clit. “Does every inch of you,” feathery brushes summon soft whimpers, “want me, Slayer?”
“Yes,” escapes alongside the mindless spreading of my thighs.
“Right…” the dipping of his finger inside is accompanied by his hot breath against my ear, “here?”
Instinct has me reaching behind me.
Latching onto his locks.
Arching my back.
Airily huffing and grinding my hips.
“You want me deep,” he devilishly curls the digit during another ardent thrust, “in the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen?”
Blushing and flushing fuses together not only prompting me to keep my eyes screwed shut but my words trapped in my throat.
“You want me to fill you up, baby?” Bucking my ass back into the question allows for his cock to nestle itself deeper between my cheeks. “Make you drip for me?” Wetness soaks itself past his knuckles while the muscles greedily suck him in deeper. “Have me between these thighs all fuckin’ day?”
“Ohmyg-” teeth ferally clamp down on the shell of my ear rewriting the phrase on a spine-tingling shiver, “goalie…”
Pleased rumbles can be felt rattling his chest. “Good girl.”
Praise shown by pumping his finger faster.
His hips.
Licking the spot he just bit and groaning.
“You’re such a good girl, Gilly,” purrs the man I’m now actively squeezing my cheeks around. “Such a good girl grabbing my cock like that.”
The adoration is instantly met by tighter holding and faster bucking.
“Such a good girl letting me have this ass.”
My backside and pussy clamp down in tandem.
“Such a good girl letting me come.”
Just hearing the word threatens to have me doing so.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Thayne’s palm presses itself firmly against my swollen nub, adding pressure. Urgency. “You want me to paint this perfect ass white?”
Dreamily nodding barely precedes me frantically bumping my sticky lower half backwards, plumpness incessantly grazing his balls.
Faltering his jerks.
Wordlessly imploring he do exactly that.
“You want me to give you a snow shower?”
Feeling his shaft swell even more during his descriptions pushes me to grind harder.
Savagely stroke him from root to tip.
Oscillate between sloppily coating his cock and drenching his palm.
“You want me to snow the Tendy’s Slayer?”
“Yes,” rushes past my lips on a heavy pant, pussy already beginning to pulsate in warning. “Please…” Begging in a sultry voice I can hardly believe is my own mindlessly occurs. “Please, Thirty-Five.” Animalistic grumbles graze my ear. “Please, snow me, Thirty-Five.”
Short, choppy breaths plant themselves all across my neck and collarbone as long, blazing hot bursts bury themselves between my cheeks, blanketing my curves and tiny, taut hole alike. Heavenly sensations from the steady splashes shove me over orgasm’s edge causing my legs to clasp close and my frame to uncontrollably shake and my sopping wet muscles to voraciously milk his finger in hopes of it delivering the same delicious mess his dick did.
Sighs of satisfaction swiftly shift into screams of ecstasy only to be smothered out by his mouth ravenously capturing mine. Our tongues covetously roll around and around and around, encouraging our frames to do the same.
For me to transition onto my back.
And him onto my front.
And his cock – that’s already preparing for round two – to thump against my inner thigh.
Thayne’s mouth struggles to separate from mine yet when it does, he breathlessly murmurs, “Fuck…tell me you’ve got a glove, Gillybean.”
“I-”
Unexpected vibrations and ringing sounds interrupt my answer along with the moment.
“And blocked by the buzzer,” Thayne good naturedly laughs prior to kicking his chin at the device. “You should probably check that, aye?” Denial can be seen clearly in my expression. “Could be a work emergency.”
“This early?” I grumble at the same time I reach over to grab it. “Unlikely.” Casually swiping the answer button without bothering to look precedes me stating, “This is Gillian.”
“And this is her brother,” M lightly laughs from the end, “wondering why I’m talking to her ear.”
Snapping my attention over to see my brother’s sweaty face in the camera instantly fills me with panic.
“And why you’re still in bed.”
Horror has me aggressively pushing my goliath off me and flailing my hand towards my ensuite bathroom. “Uh…”
“You sick?” He wipes the sweat off his brow while I tug the blanket upward to cover my tits. “You’re usually in the office by now.”
“By now?” fumbles out in a confused whisper prompting me to check the time once my back’s resting against my padded, white headboard. “Holy shit it’s already nine?! When did that happen?!”