Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“My baby girl likes when I play with her ass.” My hips begin an agonizingly slow rock in and out of her cunt. “Read the book. Tell me what happens next.”
“I… I… I can’t think,” she whines, her back bowing as my thumb presses in after using her wetness to guide my path into her hot ass. “He… he takes her… against the desk.”
“We’ll do that later, too,” I promise, my voice dripping with a greedy need. I’ve got my hand on her hip, pushing her forward while I pull back until only the head remains inside, then plunging in deep. That snug spot I’m in has me seeing fucking stars. “Right now, you’re taking every bit of me right here on the couch.”
“He…he takes her hands, cuffing them behind her back.” Genevieve continues.
“Christ, adding that to the list too,” I could do that now except then she’d really be unable to read, and I like this sweet torture for the time being.
“Oh god…his thumb strums her clit,” the yearning in her voice has me doing the same thing the hero in the book is doing.
“Like this, baby girl?” I ask, adding pressure, and circling her the tight bud, feeling the way her pussy and ass tighten on me. It’ll only be a matter of time, a damn good thing, seeing as how I’m sweating fucking bullets, and my balls are drawing up tight.
“Gavin, please. I’m going to come.” I speed up my thrusts. The heavy slap of our skin echoes through the room. Her pussy pulsates wildly around my cock, contracting in tight, desperate waves.
“Do it.” I lose her ass, but I need both hands to lock on her hips, holding her pinned flush against my thighs as I drive into her over and over again. “Come for me while I’m buried inside you.” She shatters as her entire body trembles. Her cry of ecstasy is music to my ears as her tight heat milks my length, blowing my own restraint clear out of the water.
“Oh god,” she breathes out, her body depleted of energy. She lies still as I use her to get myself off.
“Christ, baby girl. Being inside is a goddamn dream,” I grunt, my hips locking hard against hers as I lose all control and my cum pours into her tight heat. It takes me a few moments to regain my composure, but when I do, I still don’t leave her pussy. I lift her up but keep her planted on me, and when she looks over her shoulder, eyes fuck-drunk, giving me a small smile, I say, “We’re doing this again.”
“Whatever you say.” Her eyes close, and her body relaxes against mine, her back to my chest. My arms band around her front, and I hold her to me. Genevieve is right where she belongs. With me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
gennie
The soft Sunday morning sunlight trickles through the curtains of Gavin’s master suite, painting everything in shades of yellows and oranges. I’m caught between getting up and starting my day or continue stretching lazily across the king-size bed. Every muscle in my body feels blissfully sore, thoroughly loved, and completely relaxed.
This weekend has been utter bliss, only the two of us, entirely isolated from the rest of the world. We’ve talked, made love in almost every room of his home, and ate incredible meals that Gavin cooked for me. He made comment after comment about my body, tracing my hips with his warm hands, telling me over and over how much he loves my curves, and he intended to make sure I kept every single one of them.
For the first time in my life, I felt completely cherished.
I smile to myself, pulling Gavin’s pillow to my chest and inhaling his scent. He rolled out of bed, smacked my ass, and told me to join him in the shower he’s currently having when I feel up to it. I’m still trying to figure it out if I want to make him wait or shower with him. Both options will lead to the same scenario, with his thick cock buried inside me.
I’m knocked out of my thoughts when the chiming of the front doorbell echoes through the house. I blink, looking toward the bathroom door, and realize thoughts of joining Gavin will have to wait. I throw the covers off, snag Gavin’s gray shirt, slip it over my head, and jog down the staircase. I don’t think twice as I reach the massive double front doors. Same goes for the peep hole. Nor did I check the digital security camera panel mounted on the wall beside the entryway. I unlock the door and pull it open, because that’s what normal people do when someone rings the bell.
The smile on my face freezes instantly, and my insides turn to ice. Standing on the front stoop is a ghost from my past. One I never thought I’d see again.